I've started writing this poem 8 times this morning
I've attempted memories 8 times this past day
I've tried to summarize 8 times this week
I've reached out towards my inner self 8 times this month
I've (really) ******* up (around) 8 times this year

I've calculated 8 months
Subtracted the weekends and holidays and sick days and "sick" days

I've passed 8 courses

I've enjoyed 8 days of paradise

I've loved 8 different versions of a person

I've given 8 vials of life

I've gained 8 new words of vocabulary

I've written 8(0) poems

I've aged 8 years in
8 months
(that's what happens when you work 8 days a week)

I've added 8 songs to my favorites playlist

I've deleted 8 poems from my "you" folder

I've lost 8 friends

I've been torn apart 8 times

I've known 8 months of approximate happiness

I've experienced 8 moments of absolute clarity

I've laughed 8(00) times and cried a few

I've lived
       learned
       slept
       squandered
       listened
       ignored
       abhorred
       adored

                                               8 months

I've taken 8 minutes to finish this poem