Left behind pieces
of what I have escaped.
Because how have I made it here?
Him
And a number.
I categorized you
Like a problem to solve.
Was it multiplication?
Addition? Subtraction?
I called you Division
Just like HIM
And I appear to have solved you.
All seems well,
But then I realize
I forgot about the remainder
Just like fingerprints on a brand new window
Smudging up my life with grubby hands
Him.
Fingerprint smudges
Can be seen, although
The window is functional in every way,
So better would be one that he didn't touch
Better would be one I got without remnants
Better would be someone fully divisible,
No remainder on the side.
A factor for happiness
Factor for free
But I'm horrible at factoring
Oh can't you see?
Guess my times tables suck
Or I'm thinking too hard.
Like trying to decipher how
Magicians know which card.
Not letting go of errors
After I have tried
Or I'm just being paranoid.
My heart is fried.
I can't eliminate you
But I just can't tell.
I can't work backwards
So I don't know if you fit
In my parenthesis! 
Looking back it will seem clear
In the future when I'm down to the basics
But life working forward is a damn polynomial!
My future
Is the variable.
I only hope there is a solution
One that time will find
Whether I am in your future
Or you are in mine.
We shall not give up the problem,
For we know a number fits.
I suppose we find the answer
By using smaller bits.