Arithmetically Unsound


If you are one-third

Of the person

You used to be,

Are you less bitter,

Or are you more sweet?


If I fall off my orbit,

And my center of gravity

Can no longer be determined

By the proven equations,

Would I still make sense to you?


You cannot calculate

The magnitude of solitude,

And put a price on the moments

Shared with the ones

Who had saved you from being

With yourself all the time!


“Now the world had ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me.”

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami

Image by Shutterbug75 from Pixabay

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  1. That’s a beautiful poem, Aaysid. I love the way you use measurement. and conclude with measuring human experience as unnecessary and maybe not possible. I love that. ❀️

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