three steps i took, yet you still slipped away
one breath too late-your shadow lost from view.
four whispered words, I begged for you to stay,
but five cold winds still tore my heart in two
two silent nights stretched on, too dark, too wide,
six echos rang- yet none could call you home.
five memories blurred- once vivid, now denied
eight flickers fade to melancholy stone
nine cries i cast into the empty air,
seven hopes fell past, like petals in the rain
nine shattered dreams lay shattered in despair,
three times i swore I'd never love again
yet pi goes on-relentless, strange and true-
endless like loss... and infinitive like you