Get Ready for the Push Away
I can only call this thing
so many times.
Passive aggressive, I know,
but I'm walking away.
I know you won't follow,
but nothing less than being
will make you
everything adds up.
But you won't do the math
Not that it should be math...
Like Elizabeth Browning, I'm not sure love can or should be quantified.
Love doesn't run out anyway,
because it's not like a
that you use
It's like an empty book
that you fill with words and
images. You can close it, but you
never run out of pages, you never run out...
So, how do I love you?
As far as the distance to your door.
Any further is more than you want.
Choosing to end it, choosing to close the book,
makes it finite, measurable, quantifiable.
Oh, look! I guess I quantified it in the end.
Not light-hearted, I know, but I was feeling a bit inspired. I suppose my habit of running away came in handy for something. Ummm... something less angsty next time, I promise.