you’re not mine anymore,
but sometimes i forget.
i still turn toward the sound
of your name like instinct,
like how birds are drawn north.

you were saturday mornings and saxophone solos,
the quiet buzz during swim meets,
the boy who held my words
like they were something sacred.

i still see your eyes
in coffee cups and the sun,
still hear your laugh
in the songs i swore
i’d stop listening to.

some loves don’t leave.
and missing you,
it’s a kind of music now.
not always loud.
just always playing.

When I say nothing,
and you think of zero,
you’re partially wrong,
because it’s one of maths’ hero

Not all heroes,
have to be number one
In mathematics,
It’s all about the fun

Zero’s a kind number,
If you didn’t know.
Even if it’s added,
It lets you shine alone

But don’t make it angry,
As it may multiply.
It’ll remove your complete existence,
In the blink of an eye!

If you want its power,
It can’t guarantee you much.
But it can make you whole,
Stand straight and such.

Zeros got a major role
In defining limits,
Don’t underestimate this number,
It’s got endless potential in it!

Theres more to this number,
From what you might already know!
Now, is zero just a nothing?
That’s a big, fat no!

Even "alone" has a "lone".