The Indian gentleman, Brahmagupta,
invented the zero, null, nil, and zip--
just for times like now:
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.

Zero, null, nil, and zip--
Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.
You are nothing to me.

Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
Brahmagupta’s wonderful cipher lets me precisely say:
You are naught to me--
And not just for now, but forever.

The Indian gentleman, Brahmagupta,
invented the zero, null, nil, and zip--
just for times like this:
You betrayed me, you broke my heart.

Rewind, erase, delete, obliterate.
You are naught to me.

None did share
your lonely sorrow
in your darkest hours
your poignant words ne'er ceased to flow

drawn from the furthest depth
of your pierced heart and bruised mind
the darkness that haunted your days entire
with all reason long left behind

but the green fields
the flowers and trees
among which you laboured
every moment you did please

where were those who
once loved and did treasure you?
they became more strange
than strangers--not even a few

were willing to remember
you as a long-lost friend  
as you lingered hopelessly in the cell
where for two decades you did spend.