Divided

I would
meet in Owl City
at 3:01, A.M.
all the time.
Hear
yes yes yes.
Dancing down the
isles of $4 pears
and fresh oj
after a saki bomb.

Then comes another
hard lesson in math.
How I hate division-
it's cruel and useless
when I prefer to add
one plus one
and a half.

I must go,
though I can remain
silent-
he can not
or won't.
So a break from both
seems impossible.

And he's the one
who really loves
me.