Division

It is a mathematical equation
whose solution escapes me:
Division
of the heart.
How can you hold two loves
three
four
and still love more?
How can something divided
be undiluted?
Why can a smile or a word
after years
bring you to your knees?
How can your name be carried
for days after it was last said?
Why now, love?
Why does your voice still whisper
'give me you' in the dark
when my life has stumbled forward
to an unfamiliar place?
Maybe it is you whose hands so familiar
I long for in all this chaos.
Sanity against the slipping sands of time.
Nothing,
not even division
seems to reduce your effect
on my heart.