still
how your words slay me
rake me raze me
and I furrow my brow
let the thought run far
far away with me

when I am holding your letters
like clippings in my hand
like little, infinite grains of sand
it is then, now, and at any time
that I see them
I feel the stamp of your soul
eagling over my heart

and in my own head
I have my own ideas
of what infinity should look like
a picture from which I can never
shake the ghosting of your face

I shake my head again
remember both of us have promised
and are promised