THOSE OF US WHO ARE TWO

Those of us who are two
and have been so for many years
cannot help but think of being one —
though we wish to be denied
such bleak considerations
Those of us who are two
are frequently in touch
with those no longer such
and see them dealing fairly well —
or so it seems.
Why dwell with thoughts
that trigger fear
and smother happiness?
I do not know.
Perhaps you do.

This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.