Remember when we used to count
Days and minutes, anticipating number zero
We knew how to multiply I love you times
stars in the sky, points in scrabble, kisses, One Hundred Thousand Eight.
Now I’m counting too
Number only 1, 487 tears, too many sleepless nights
I am my own single digit. No math needed when you are a lone.
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