Numbers

Numbers had me fumble

when she told me we were one,

and extended my existence

from a walk to a run.

After that never ever

was I less than two,

No day will pass softly,

I told her, without you.

In the jumbled numbers

I found her to be one with me,

one was two and two were one,

as I could see.

From zero I started counting

and had just reached three

when she ran away,

with my numbers to an infinity

Since then I find her

in every number thrown,

Two are broken, one is gone

and I am less than even alone.