Median, μean, Mode, or average x̄ Somewhere in between ≬, maybe in the middle Or a mix of it all I empty myself till I am bare All my elements = { set } of ∈ my favorite things Disregarding ∉ my family treasures, passing ∉ my most cherished items Quietly aching but hopeful Rashly filling { myself } with what I once only envied I am a collector, not a thief Gathering ∈ my rights and ∈ grander freedom On the bench with the promise of ∈ opportunity Content to be one of them But I was merely covering, layer over layer Creating a complement Myself = { still empty and devoid } To them, will I ever belong? If I go back, will the hollowness go away? Will I be who I am supposed to be? Through my blurred and overdue recollection, embracing what I can Then perceiving the truth that everything that wasn’t me is now also me Symmetric difference A Δ B full, but still unfilled deep inside, where do { I } go from here? Like the humpback whales that swim up and down the coast Stubbornly trying to find their place I wish to swim with them, then at least I will belong Home is neither north nor south, nowhere in between ≬ Intersection A ∩ B null, space left for us and the stars to shine one day