Algorithm

It's 2.58am on my clock and over at your side it may be more or it may be less

I know it doesn't get colder than 26 where I live but right now the manufactured cold feels like 15,

Maybe more, maybe less

All these numbers have me bolt upright in bed thinking about your digits

How they connect to a calloused palm

Bearing the lines I like to trace as we share secrets in the dark 

I was once 7

Telling my mother I loved her more than the number of grains of sand in the entire world

And now I've met you

The entire universe in one bundle of cells and sinews

I can't quantify the feeling in my chest

The chestnut strands I bury my hands in

But I'll stay up all night counting my blessings