2+2=5

Ten tables and I never meant to sit at yours 

The probability was approximately

.01 to the negative three 

But somehow you ended up next to me 

And there’s something funny about the divisibility 

Of three when i’d wake up go to school 

Hoping you’d be one of the people I’d see

And I’ll admit it,

I was always better at writing and abstract thinking 

Checking work through editing

No right without writing out the answers because the right answer 

Was whoever could write more 

but there’s no right way to write out 

y=mx+d

And why do you keep telling me about things called 

Derivatives and slopes counting out push factors and the rate at which speed is increasing 

I thought this was math not physics 

But I listen anyway because I like the way you talk about math and I could forever calculate

the angle at which you smile at me 

I was never good at sine graphs

But it looked like our trajectory told me 

That you liked being next to me 

And if I could round that off

It meant you liked me

But I’ve never been good at math 

Because one plus one was supposed to be two

But the only two I can count to is my two eyes forever 

searching for you when you’re not there

The probability is .01 to the negative three 

That we’d be stuck right here

And what the hell is probability because

You told me you liked talking to me more than 96% of the people you talked to and I 

Interpreted it as a symbol of the meaning of how much you valued me 

I Didn’t realize that to somebody good at math 96 is a

Whole lot of nothing 

And I never took statistics but I understand that 

It’s not what it sounds like 

Because I will never be the person who’s 

Soul you could draw without looking at a reference photo

And because we take pictures of what we 

Want to keep close to us 

But we’re sitting here two yard sticks apart 

And that’s three feet 

Separated with 36 inches all split into eight tick marks 

That never made sense to me 

Since are memories were never in your camera roll 

And I was sneaking excuses to count the number of your smiles in my phone 

And it’s not the 96 percent you think about when you listen to love songs 

You think of that four percent on a standard curve I for once 

Could never be more than below average

 beneath your attention span

And because you still know my name like it was a problem you once solved but its not 

The name you’d choose to call 

Had I not already have had the probability of choosing to sit next to you 

I should’ve known I’m not the person you think about in the middle of a lull

Not the person you’d cross tangent lines and parallel slopes to find

96 percent is not as big as it seems

And still 99 percent of me thinks I will never find a person like you again.