The ache of not having you was too much
And although he said
He already had
I persuaded
Him
And then you
To come into being
And it was the most magical thing ever
Ever ever ever ever
And then
Another persuasion
Because one was not enough
And so you, too, two
Were persuaded
And the magic was doubled
And today, after eighteen as three
Seventeen as four
We are three again today
And I am weeping with both tears of loss
And of pride
Two people made by us
Two people both us and not us
Leaving
Eventually
And yet never really gone.
lenabellina 