Infinitely

These are the deflections of a leaning heart
Astray in the desires of understanding and losing oneself,
We have become fond of forgetting and things we must let go of.
Every breath that crosses my thoughts is drawn from the depths
Of the tomorrows that await between us, strumming my heartstrings,
Leaving little pieces of shadow inside my mind
Burning, flickering my memory at the edges until I can’t tell apart
Dream from memory, wishes from nightmares.