Not sure if it's just a thread,
or, the whole tapestry of
pathos, determined pain,
a measured cost I paid.
And, I'm the only one measuring
all the little things, double entry
and I have to wonder if I should
have ever made the first one.
I used to think it was worth it to love.
I don't know any more
if my math comes out even
when a heart is involved,
broken calculus could
make this all feel better.
Maybe I'll just go back to writing
half-hearted love letters, the kind
you'd wonder if it would ever be sent,
and I'd hold on to them for
the rest of eternity.
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