Dear, do you calculate?
“Nope”, I bet you would say.
Your eyebrows always make a curve,
when I talk about numbers.
But have you noticed ever?
It’s 122 days we’ve been together; and
already 10 nights I depressed my cheek on your shoulder.
And in 24 hours of a day,
54,000 seconds alone I would stay_
turn my jazz on, sit on the window sill and wait
’til 2 hands of the clock shape an angle of 30 degree
and you would come back to me,
leaving hungry touches over my thirsty body_
And love would sweep through the night,
as if there would never be goodbyes.
After all, I know… they’re just numbers
that one day I will not remember.
But dear, does it really matter?
My boring calculations make me happier,
everyday when the numbers keep growing bigger.
And I’m grateful that we’re still together.