numbers

I keep seeing numbers
One, two, three, four
I want to count –
Things are more digestible that way

One, two, three
Swing me around
Throw me a bone

I want to sing
But I am waiting
Until I can count backwards
So when I get to one
I won’t feel so lonely at zero

One day
Whether you are
12,
26,
or 65
you will put a fire inside me

I've seen nine moon phases since you
As the moon waxes and wanes
I can travel far
But never too far from myself

I can comprehend that now