ASAD 9

I count he said
up or down or the
full or empty it
does not matter

I count the clouds
that fill my head
on a quiet morning
while I wait for the universe

they are far less
than mistakes I have made
while wondering how
I got to this morning

They are more than closed doors
as lovers left and
each took a small piece
of what I might have been

I count in the breeze
while waiting for her
to wake for in the end
one is the number I need