Not a Mathematician

I am not a mathematician.
I have never been able to see
the equations, laid inside your skull
like symbols drawn on water.

But sometimes,
I have seen the oceans
move inside your pupil,
your orbits widen, round like lakes.

I have tried
but struggled
to spilt infinity, into more
manageable chunks of living-

I haven’t used loving, or kissing
or giving birth to another life,
or journeying the world - rucksack
stuffed with books and checks to go.

Though I have sometimes thought
of doing all these things.

I have not yet grasped
the theory of relativity. Though I know
that we are not the same person, yet somehow still
effect each others mass.

I can see, if not quite understand
how my body takes its flight,
with you not here
to anchor it on ground.

I am not a mathematician
but can still count
the space between our now
and then.