Permanence

My love
Isn’t like a world map
With countries and cities
Their borders redrawn
Over and over.
With battles and scars
And victories
Sometimes smaller
Sometimes bigger.
This love—
You receive
It isn’t redefined by
Time and history.
And unlike the boundaries of our nations
Re-writ
Erased
Drawn and redrawn
Jagged and sometimes straight
My love—
Does not have shape
And cannot be erased.