Your absence solves the moon's old song
Variable lost where the fireflies hum
I trace the arcs of your cursive breath
Written in steam on the window's death
The pendulum sways its tired proof
Dividing night from its stolen truth
While the wallpaper blooms its moldered rose
A theorem only winter
knows Balance me in your silent x
Where equations sleep and stars perplex
The light refracts what we can't erase
Parallel lines in a mirrored space Sing
sweet unknown through the fractured night
Of angels solved but never I write
You left your glove on the radiator's tongue
Woolen parentheses where our warmth once clung
The stairs still hum your midnight climb
A square root cut from the hands of time
December gnaws at the window's edge Factoring frost on the windolage
While the kettle solves its whistled
hymn A constant will never rescind
We were integers in a greater scheme Priming out a fevered dream
Now the graph plots our descent
A parabola of almost spin
So I'll burn the logs of our old debate
Let the ash define our approximate state
And when the embers softly show The answer love refused to know
I'll stoke the proof in the dying flame
And a rational will never name
You
left your glove on the radiator's tongue Woolen
parentheses where our warmth once clung
And when the embers softly show The answer love refused to know
I'll stoke the proof in the dying
flame And a rational will never name
name