Being

The thing is,

I can't get over it.

It sticks in my memory

unforgettable

and I want it

but I know it was just

subconscious dreamland.

It was old

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.