The End Of The World

Fourever

For a while, it was just three.

An uneven number.

The arguments were never fair. And sometimes, favorites were chosen.

But despite being uneven, it was perfect in it’s own way.

Three was good. More than one shoulder to cry on. More than one joke to share.

For a while, it was just three. And we couldn’t imagine it any other way.

But we heard four was on it’s way.

It’s been three for so long, that the thought of four, was only just okay.

For a while, it was just three.

Three waiting and waiting, for the arrival of four.

But four took it’s time. Like it had for the past sixteen years or so.

For a while, it was just three.

Until number four was born.

The three, wondered how they had managed without a four for so long.

Now it was even.

Even more than one shoulder to cry on. Even more than one joke to share.

There are now, even more laughs to share.

For a while, it was just three.

But now, we can never imagine three without a fourth.

It was always meant to be four.

Always & Forever.