running parallel

by Muskan Sethi 15:47 0 comments Poetry

 I like to think that if we were numbers,

we’d be co primes

the only common factor we’ll have

will be the one that we’re forced to have

there’d be no symmetry, only chaos,

but you’d be an even function,

unapologetically you

and I’d be in all the wrong quadrants  

we wouldn’t be parallel lines darling,

nor will we ever run in the same direction

or on the same path,

we’d diverge, yet never intersect

we’d manage to be skew lines,

in different planes,

and different graphs,

on the same graph sheet.

we’d do wonders, my darling,

but they’d never know

because we’d have all the irrational roots

and imaginary solutions

they’d fail to mark our origin

on the number line

or map our equations

for an intersecting point

they’d say, we’re too much of poetry

to be real

so we’ll take the escape root

and be complex

we’d be different edges

of the same cube

and all the parallel parts

of a rectangle

we’d be complimentary angles

but we’d supplement each other

we’d never lie on the same tangent

but we’d address the same circle

Our squares will add up

to form your cube

yet that would never be enough

to make it through

the silence of our division is enough

to imply that there’s little hope

but we’d add up to tend to infinity

and that’d be just enough for us two.