Our love was unmapped,
an unexpected treasure with no x to mark it.
I spent our time together tagging photos
so our entanglement wouldn’t go uncharted,
my conquest wouldn’t be unnoticed.
But when we came undone,
when you came to your senses
and unstuck yourself
and I became once again unloved,
I searched for them.
our history unpicked.
Thanks a lot.
F. R. Kesby is a poet and storyteller from Leeds. She is a regular on the local open mic scene as well as the current chair of The Leeds Savage Club, the oldest writing club in Leeds (and definitely the best). When not writing she can usually be found ranting about Doctor Who.