0 is the absence of value, nothing, a placeholder
It is the number of words you've given me since we broke up,
The days I have gone without thinking about you,
And the people I have loved more than you
0 is an eraser,
Because I can't remember is the smell of your cologne
Until I'm crying because some other guy was wearing it
Because I can't remember you phone number
Until I'm drunk enough to think you could have changed
And cut fresh trenches to one-way drunken texts
Digging for frayed electrical cord emotions
That don't charge anymore
0 is the loneliness I feel without you,
Remembering how 2 zeros could hold hands and make infinity
Or 8 if they were kissing on the couch
0 is code for "off" in binary,
Like everything but you when we were together,
Because no matter how large, ∞ * 0 is always 0
And that's the easiest thing to understand
Dividing by 0 is impossible,
Like leaving when you still love someone
Trying to keep the universe in your hands
After it has turned to water
I'm sorry I wasn't enough,
Sorry that 0 + 0 is still 0
Sorry that nothing makes sense
Because you aren't here
