Counting

I’m not a poet by any means, but this came to mind.

Counting

Numbers never seem to have lasted so long
X’s on my calendar never have meant so much
Spaces between me and thee have numerical meanings
Days apart
Days waiting
Days dreaming
Each number too high
Each night too long

The numbers mark my loneliness but not the depth
Keeping track is all I can do to mark our separation and our reuniting
Numbers give me something to track, cross out, and count again and again.

Counting down, and counting upI wait, and cross out numbers.