There stands one,
One that hurts,
One that's gone.
There stands two,
Two that love,
Two that know.
Then there's one,
Still alone.
Sitting.
Wondering.
When?
And here two,
Still sitting.
Loving.
Wondering,
Why?
When ones mind is a blank canvas, something impressionable, something persistent, waiting to be gone.
When twos love is still strong.
Something persistent and persuasive. Something that's not gone.
