The Map of My Heart

Act One.

We're just two mirrors, reflecting the other... from your world to mine... how many times have I stared into you... using my fingertip to trace your shape above my breast....how many stories and in how many different ways can I retell our navigation ... One mirror reflecting the other... This could be funny... all the ways we reappear... here...there...in every corner of the earth...only to return... to one mirror... reflecting the other... An eternal memory as the compass that brings this traveler closer...The beat in my chest becomes heavier as the journey to half of the source illuminates me.....