I used to be mesmerized by the order of equations.
They were predictable; you entered a value
and a pre-determined result exited.
Or balancing equations.
I adored algebra.
Solving for x or y.
There were rules of conduct.

In human relationships,
anything goes, really.
By and large,
we hold ourselves
to a modicum
of common courtesy,
but this varies
from person
to person.

I want you to feel my absence
as I leave your equation entirely.
I am an infinite, irrational number,
one you can never solve for or replace.

Being such small integer,
I know you’ll understand.
At least in mathematics,
reason prevails.

I am off to explore
parabolas of indescribable
grace and height,
forever rid
of an equation
that never