and something new happens

he was a period in my life
my yeses and nos, my x's and my o's
every corner painted with a freckle of him
he was my everywhere

we graph the functions of our lives
and humanity is a glorious divergence
our limits were the same

then our curves refined and regressed
linearly - in spatial and spiritual dimensions we grew

youth is a messy, sloppy sketch
of our ultimate happiness, lines unset
extrema bob and weave
his plot dives off and away
still i try to intersect it sometimes
but we live in different planes now

and something new happens

functions dancing nearer and nearer
a tantalizing periodicity
an excruciating repetition
these functions converge to zero - we think
and we are afraid to look

eventually the shapes might realign
the divergence will appear, as we reach a new equilibrium
this new plateau simultaneously such a spiraling, unstable time
roll out your axes, let's give it a try

nothing new will ever happen unless we let it