Asymptote

[Verse 1]
The Ashley River draws a cold, dark limit tonight.
I trace the proofs of us in the lowcountry satellite light.
They say every equation has a solution you can find,
But you're the unsolved problem set you left behind.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I run the calculations, check the work a hundred times,
Trying to factor out the resonance of your cadence, the syntax of your lines.
I subtract the memories, divide them by the years,
But the remainder, the remainder is always here.

[Chorus]
Is forgetting you an asymptote?
Getting infinitely close to a peace I'll never know?
Erase the variable, solve for 'x',
But your ghost is the integer that's always next.

[Verse 2]
The paperback copy of Euclid on the floor.
The water ring from your glass beside the door.
The ticket stub from the Gaillard, November 2nd, row G.
The empty space on the wall where the map of the world used to be.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I run the new calculations, check the work a thousand times,
Trying to cancel out the pressure of your absence, the gradient of goodbye.
I subtract the laughter, divide it by the tears,
But the remainder, the remainder is always here.

[Chorus]
Is forgetting you an asymptote?
Getting infinitely close to a peace I'll never know?
Erase the variable, solve for 'x',
But your ghost is the integer that's always next.

[Bridge]
"It's just convergence," you whispered in the humid air,
"Two parallel lines that can't ever meet anywhere."
But even parallel lines are defined by the empty space they share.

[Outro]
The last decimal...
Still running...