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I cringe at the sweet-sick stench
of dry-erase marker,
staring at the glass wall between us —
your world, mine —
a pane that never let us intersect.
I press equations into time.
Fingertips blacken,
proofs smear:
every way we failed,
every way I tried.
Asymptotes reach for infinity —
always close,
never touching.
I kept adding:
truth to moment to ache,
desperate to prove
we equaled more
than silence.
I carried the remainder:
the truths that wouldn’t divide.
My breath fogs the glass.
No pulse
echoes back.
What once lit these panes —
gone.
Our formulas multiplied
into unreciprocated pain.
No shared sorrow.
Just fragments:
integers,
derivatives,
circles refusing to meet.
Love isn’t here.
Only me.
And the chemical sting
of a marker gone dry.
Friends, acquaintances — constants
I balance
to keep from falling.
Solving for more than strangers
became a joyless ritual.
Even zero
felt like hope.
I crumple to the floor.
Can you see me?
The glass reflects
only me now.
No more answers.
No proof left to chase.
I set the marker down —
not brave,
just done.
I let the theorems blur.
Tears streak the final equation.
I wipe away
the math of us.
Glass clears.
Only what we never became
remains.
~Kayla


Gorgeous Kayla. It sound like science and reactions. You're amazing and amazing each time.
This was posted on my birthday. Good thing I'm here now. Much love ♥️
I have never seen math mixed into emotion, it's a very beautiful poem. ♥️
I also have a personal question I wanted to ask, I left it inbox, when you have time please check it out.