Cartographer of forgotten places

Professor Elms draws what's not there

Mapping lands beyond compare

Abandoned playgrounds overgrown

Circus grounds where weeds have sown

Empty theaters, silent stages

He chronicles the missing pages

Every line reveals a ghost

Of the places we love most

Draw the borders of the lost

Mark the bridges time has crossed

Every X marks what it costs

He's the cartographer

Of forgotten places

Sketching all the vanished faces

Every corner that's been erased

Every landmark time displays

In his atlas of lost graces

Childhood homes torn down for more

Grandfather's barn with crumbling walls

First kiss benches, treehouse dreams

Professor maps what no one sees

Does he map to bring them back

Or just to mark what we now lack

Every place that's slipped away

Lives forever in his survey

He's the cartographer

Of forgotten places

Drawing all the vanished faces

Though the world may disappear

In his maps they reappear

Saved in his cartographic embraces

Here be dragons, here be home

In the places we used to roam