The Past

Time warps
Pulling me back
Pushing me forward

I am a thousand
Different ages
Embroiled in one

Back Then 
Broke my heart 
Into a million tiny pieces
Hiding the fragments 
Everywhere
Now, I am nowhere, no one

Time is ephemeral 
This tightrope 
One of infinite strings
Comprising the deep black universe

I am here, but not here
I am there, but not there

Is time a line 
Or is it a circle?
Is it a sphere
Or is it a spiral?

Wrapping and squeezing
Us tighter within its core

Flashbacks, memories
Here and now, indistinguishable
Past and present, married
Heart and mind, splintered
Drifting on the wind
Anchors long gone.