Heartstrings

Pulling at my heartstrings,

it’s like a harp string.

What does a rhyme mean?

Is it distant?

What is love if it’s gone in an instant?

Does it mean something when you’re in it?

Time is an illusion, life continues to diminish.

What is this poem if I don’t finish?

A thought in the wind,

a memory in the mind.

A feeling in the soul,

so ill-defined.

Chemicals and consciousness,

Does love mean consonance?

Some fight, some bicker,

some weep like a river.

Some silent,

some loud.

Does your love make you proud?

Time marches on,

laughing in the face of desire.

Does this discourage,

or does it inspire?