I’ve always been fond of One
but that was before I was introduced to the idea of more.
Then I saw the second smile
and I couldn’t remember a time when I ever loved just One.
Two is a comfortable number for most
but then you hear the third laugh
then One and Two hearts skip a beat at the same time.
I was not One not am I Two or Three.
I am Four. The outsider looking into
Ones soul through his blue eyes
Feeling Two’s smile radiate through my bones
and hearing Threes laugh with
the goosebumps on my skin.
Four chambers
one heart
working together
with every breath.
