“Numbers”
(1736 | 072920)
I said at first "It didn't matter"
All I wanted was something for fun,
But when it all happened-- there was a flutter.
I stuck by it as the deed had been done,
"What could go wrong?" I reassured myself.
For days I sat staring at the numbers
Watching them tick higher.
Words after another,
They were like vines crawling a skyscraper.
But as I read between the lines,
The numbers ticked down,
Slow like tired waves--
Checks became exes further.
And I struggled to grab a pen,
Or type away the haze.
I caved to search for old words,
Marks of inks on once clean walls.
I loved to read the withered flowers,
Fallen leaves that had stuck on pavements,
Old roads no longer crossed,
And lights that no longer flashed.
I was fighting,
To see the beauty of it all again.
But the numbers...
The numbers dwindled down I-- 'It didn't matter.'
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