Split Infinitives

there was a long rope. it took each knot so easily. 

it was everything. then it was nothing. 

there were small rooms. so many places that couldn't wait. 

fruit that had spoiled while still on the tree. 

there was a distance. miles that measured us in irrevocable ways. 

little sparks dwarfed by the flames. 

we peered through memory's scratched lens . determined to see what had never been.