Arithmetically Unsound

I.

If you are one-third

Of the person

You used to be,

Are you less bitter,

Or are you more sweet?

II.

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?

III.

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!

©Aaysid

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

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami

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