Why grief is as fresh as the day it entered, 7 months later. View table of contents...

Submitted: Apr 12, 2008    Reads: 45    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

She was to the left.

And her? Well, she was to the right

I? Well, I was slightly behind.

Not quite symmetrical but a pretty sight,

Because in the centre of it all was you.

By chords or perhaps a diameter?

Whatever it is that connects us to a whole,

We were joined together by your centre.

Your forgotten formula; r ² or whatever it is.

Where we met we were one, circled, compete.

Then the value of x or y alluded us.

But the centre of you refused defeat.

It was then that our formula failed,

The impossible the illogical, the fall…

The diameter remained and so did the radius.

What left? The centre of it all.

 

 

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poewhit

Math can explain alot in life. Paints a picture of conceptions.

Posted: Apr 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Haha thank you. The ironic thing is, is that I am actually terrible at maths so it was almost like combining my best and worse skills.

air

very interesting! I like the way this is written; so different than most :-)

Posted: Apr 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you i wanted to try something a little arb and different :)

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