Numbers
"Numbers" Buttery hot cup of cocoa And Midnights filled with screaming numbers Packages and books I felt absolute love for Sure, they were outdated and old But they only made me bold I saw and played with, Memorized all the equations Of the most beautiful subjects one could conjure As if it was the body of my own lover I dedicated time and I tried But one day, the numbers they stopped playing Buttery hot cup of cocoa I reminiscence The days I spent hoping wishing and praying For all the numbers to make sense to me for one last time. -Gayatri