Danielle Doyle THE CARTOGRAPHER’S WIFE Well I love, love you, love you You know I do Much in the same way that you love leaving And the garden you planted in our backyard You took off before they were seedlings Now I’m doing laundry putting fresh sheets on the bed You’re already setting sail to the North winds in your head But don’t go yet Cause it’s lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely loving you Lately it’s the only, only, only thing I know how to do Cause you’re tracing maps of these oceans, maps of these mountains When you come back you’ll trace maps of my body If you come back, when you come back Well the hallway, the pantry, and the living room All feel empty my dear, cause you left, a little too soon I’ll sit on the porch and pray for better weather Like mother, like daughter I should of know better ‘Cause I’m doing laundry putting fresh sheets on the bed You’re already setting sail to the North winds in your head But don’t go yet Cause it’s lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely loving you Lately it’s the only, only, only thing I know how to do Cause you’re tracing maps of these oceans, maps of these mountains When you come back you’ll trace maps of my body If you come back, when you come back -- if you come back, when you come back.