Four...

It all went wrong at four...

Four is when I last saw you
Sitting with me
On the old wood porch
You kissed my rosy cheek.
Then left.

You have been calling me.
Don't think I don't hear you.
Four.
It was when you ran away.
Taking half of three
with you.
I want you back.
To be with that half again.
All I see is the dust that poured out of my
Atrophied bread crumb trail you left me to follow.
The birds ate most of it.

I finally found you.
Hiding under my bed.
Four.
Just a shell
Of what we once were
Don't think I don't remember.
I remember the bubbling blue stream we fished
with live green saplings.
I remember the times we stole whole quarts from
The old woman's door... And her Smiling.

But I see you now, I know
What he did to us.
And it was wrong...
So wrong...
But together.
Four.
We will get through together.
Through love, laughter, personalities and
all our disasters
However we'll get faster

And last longer
to help the grass grow
green that eats away...
At the dead, drowned brown.
Four.