Infinite Heart

My heart is infinite
and when you go,
you will have as much of it
as you might ever enjoy.
Though I will miss you,
I will have known you
from infinite travels
across the maps of the heart.
When I go, I will follow
your exquisite cartography
of human decency:
each fine line to travel
will be the mark of history.

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