it started with two,
two people,
two years,
two hearts,
now it's one.
Just one;
one room filled with boxes of books,
one girl sitting on her floor,
one dog following her around,
one huge sigh whenever she tries to clean,
because it seems impossible.
There's too much stuff.
There's one mom upstairs,
who speaks quietly and timidly,
one mom not wanting to frighten the girl,
who seems so broken and small.
One best friend,
who calls every few hours to make sure the girl is okay,
and takes her out for drives and drinks.
There's one smoking habit,
that never quite quit.
One long list of things to do.
But now this one,
does not want to become two,
because she is learning,
that one may be the loneliest number,
but can also be the best.
Written: July 18th 2010.
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