I’m just a number. That’s all that I’ll be.
Left in the background of what we used to be.
You’ll count and you’ll add, forgetting our prime
And I’ll be locked in here, without a cosine.
I wish I could subtract from the memories we made.
But numbers are constant and you made the grade.
You've moved on to new ones, as a counter does do
But I am affixed to your number two.
If only I could be a letter instead
I’d spell out the feelings you left in my head
But I’m just a number with a value of none
Looking for someone to complete the sum.