math (a poem about Love)

you’re afraid,

i think.

to admit that Love

amounts to more

of life,

than

all of the scrap

change, it has left

in your pockets.

you’ve got

your hands crammed

in deep.

clinging

to your last quarter

of hope, where

pennies in patience,

and a dimes

worth

of diligence

clang together

worthless &

unspent.

 your past

can be

 all summed up,

with

subtraction &

dividends

so many

complicated fractions.

i've never been

one for equations

myself

but i will share

a secret.

Love is an exponential

“X” factor

& multiplies in you

the moment

you give it away.