Twelve by Twelve .

Is twelve times twelve
One hundred and forty four .
She almost wanted to laugh this is absurd ,
Yes she replied with absolute certainty
She knows this , from kindergarten,
It’s a formula and a fact , she likes
that , it like her comfort blanket ,
He asks her , are you valuable as you
are now he hits a nerve , it responds
by itself, pulsating under pressure,
Now she is grasping for words ,
Well yes but if I ……….
He sat and watched her face , and
he could almost see her flinch . He
said let’s get to know this IF word .
Its a two lettered noun that can either
be used as a conjunction or
on it’s own . If let to roam will take you
whole , but first It will slice you to half
then a quarter until your cut to not exist
Her only acknowledgement of this tale was
one single tear drop from her aqua marine
eyes . Falling slowly , out of recognition
of all the time IF was by her side a constant
companion . She is though more analytical
she is not very good with unsystematic subjective
matter . She much more comfortable with the
formula of quantum physics. She hid behind
proven fundamental theories but deep down
she truly wanted to know why ..Why IF had
become her yard stick , her barometer of
everything that was her .