You know how songs like to quantify teardrops nonsensically? Well… I’ve spent a lot more time and energy on this poem than I had planned. I even dug into the deep recesses of my brain/education/the internet to figure exponential equations so the math would be at least partially accurate.
On the first day that you left me
I did nothin’ but cry.
Good thing I was hefty
’cause even food was passin’ me by.
Just sat all day weepin’,
losin’ all my sleepin’
cryin’ big fat teardrops and wonderin’ why.
On the second day I got to countin’.
Had nothin’ better to do.
I was cryin’ a veritable fountain
since you’d been untrue.
Although my cryin’ seemed never ceasin’,
by approximately 15 percent it had been decreasin’,
but don’t get me wrong I still love you.
Estimate for day one lands at 104-thou
Two’s a little better with 88.
Month later I’m under 800 now.
But even if I extrapolate,
I’ll always be cryin’,
till the moment I’m dyin’,
exponentially cryin’ and how.
A closer look as the days stretch by:
I always got points in math for showing my work:
In a short two and a half months, I will be crying fewer than one tear a day!
I Started Late and Forgot the Dog. 
This is my favourite line: “by approximately 15 percent it had been decreasin’”
It’s so unusual to see percentages in poetry.
Ha! Glad you liked it!