I know you hated me for them
But then I smiled with them
Gosh your memory, you often said
And these numbers, I loved.
End of January it was, you said
Twenty ninth, I whispered, teasingly
You smiled and said, tell when we met?
I smirked to mark another date then.
That thirty first haunted long
For you let anger spill once
Letting one go who held you close
I called it the dark new year’s.
Then there were few many’s
Like that twenty sixth
And that one twelfth dearest
Many more dates of memories.
What still haunts is a number two
For it influenced your birth
One who snatched away this heart
To smash it off beyond any repairs.
Written as part of the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 23: Number Theory