My life is full of numbers, which intrigues me a lot
I’ve been crunching these numbers, and this is what I got:
I added them together, and they all added up to you.
Either that, or I forgot to carry the 2.
I’ve had at least 3 crushes, 5 at most,
I have 2 blogs, 1 of which has only 4 posts.
3 favorite PC games, between which I’ve played
over 300 hours – about 12 and ½ days.
4 years of high school, of which I’ve completed 2,
Then about 4 years of college – woohoo!
So, if I do the calculations right,
that’s about 2,390 days and nights
(rounded up in case of leap days).
As far as dreams go, as far as I can recall,
only 3 have to do with you in any way at all.
I can’t even remember 90% of my dreams, rounding down.
I’ve had 5 nightmares, 2 of them relating to clowns.
I write about 80% of my fiction based on dreams, well,
the dreams that are interesting, like 1 where I traveled to hell
(or the CGI equivalent).
7 days a week, 365 and a 1/4 days in a year, which means
there’s about 52 weeks a year, so it seems.
To convert that to seconds, if I may be so bold,
means I’m over 530 million seconds old.
Yes, I’m an old man, bet you didn’t sign up for that,
but I think 505 million is where you are at.
But we’re pretty young compared to the earth we are on,
whose life so far is, well, a number with 17 0’s, seconds long.
(really puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?)
299,792,458 m/s is the speed of light,
that’s the universal speed limit – yeah, right.
You, my friend, are much faster than that;
you shoot down my questions before I even ask.
My crush on you, in terms of months, only lasted 4,
and since then have passed almost 19 months more,
and over the course of those 600 days,
you think I’ve moved on, hell, you think that I’m gay.
But, if I’m to let the truth be known,
I am just as I was before I met you: alone.
My life is full of numbers, a heck of a lot,
I’ve crunched all these numbers, and this is what I got:
They all add up to someone, anyone besides you,
and this time, I remembered to carry the 2.
(I highly doubt I messed up, but even then,
I don’t want to go through all that again)
Patrick Erb-White is a poet, playwright, and amateur mathematician. He goes to Lincoln Park Performing Arts Charter School, where he majors in Literary Arts and reports for the school newspaper.