One


At first there were two,
One red one blue.
Together they stood,
Together they could.

One loved the latter,
As could no one other,
While the by one who received,
No love could be conceived.

So then there was one,
So blue and undone.
Alone she sighed,
Alone she cried.

Again there were two,
Both miserable and blue.
Both shy and demure,
Neither free or pure.

They loved as no other,
Could love any other,
And yet from before,
Old love, she could not ignore.

Again there was one,
Distraught and unloved,
Alone she cried,
Alone she died.
 

-Elisabeth Spalding