Now We Are Two

Now We Are Two
Once we were four
but now are two
Four friends of many years
from days of ancient history and myth
when we were young and full of fire
hot-blooded creatures standing tall across the world
Death’s cruel grip pulled one away
and we were three.
Now, pitiless dementia robs us of another
We met for one last time,
a bunch of happy memories, old jokes, and photographs.
Turning the pages of that history book
only we three could ever read.
Then we watched through unshed tears
as she was whisked away,
to live two hundred miles or more from home.
How we are diminished,
we, who once were four
but now are only two.

By Joyce

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