I dreamt

it was next year

everyone I loved was there

tall chairs

light work

not reality

everyone

perfect

I woke up and I felt his love

butterfly wings against my cheek

My dread of math -

infinite.

Why must it be so complicated?

Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets

but it's not the boss of me.

Because there is no math reasoning.

I used to joke

you all were

friend-stealers

stealing him from me

I was

mostly kidding

guess what?

You didn't.

You couldn't.

Nothing could.