numbers

should I count the days of knowing you

or the ways in which you smile

the moments where I've held you

the blushes and the sighs

you are too analog

too human

for the frailty of numbers

there is an elegance to maths

but you are more than that

more than a collection or a catalog

I can only count upwards

and hope I never hit the bound

overwhelmed by feeling

I see the numinous and infinite