I’m glad math was never their strong suit

Never taking accurate inventory

And the way they’d pirouette late at night

Kept them distracted


Never having to focus on the silence

Sorrow accompanies with thoughts

Of too much salt in the ocean

The things we can’t change in life


And you never counted the splinters

In the floorboards

You were always too preoccupied

Finding new ways to dance


And too be sure

When you were in the middle of a routine

I would steal some worry

Quickly hide some pain


And you never seemed to notice

When you counted

Where there should have been surplus

The counters were bare