Padlocks

Infinity is hard to grasp
it’s big and far too long
the one way is without an end
the other too, it’s wrong!

My marriage to infinity
is all but on the rocks
all she ever does is tic
good grief, and all the tocs.

Then I found her secret stash
secured with chains and locks
of all our days that slipped away
and all the unmatched socks.

I file for divorce at once
not so fast, she mocks
the prenup says forever dear
now get back in your box.