When Two Become Three

Standing alone within my mind,
I wish both would turn around.
To call out my name once more,
Please, God, tell me it isn't so.

Two sisters walked away together,
both wishing on a single shining star.
Trading in their dreams of sorrow,
for heartstrings, intertwined.

You both have held my hand,
and I held yours so very tight.
While searching for another way
to keep those who now have gone away.

In the slowly failing light,
with its fast approaching brilliance,
I felt your whispers as you slipped away,
and heard the desperate gasp of "no."

I looked for reasons in the forest,
where none were found to be.
The answers came from eagles,
who heard my grief and cried with me.

My sisters, there is no other way,
then to hold your souls within.
Until that special day arrives,
when One and Two finally become Three.

Dr. Deb Engelmann