But this journey, it was worth the fight

As one looked to the other they didn't know what to say.
How could they forget. How could they?

But the how was already over, for the one already had.
And just as the second realized, time was not in hand.

The room with four walls.
White on each side.
Nothing else consumed.
But loneliness was inside.

The second went there and sat.
With nothing else to do.
Tried and tried.
But failed each time.
It was over. That was true.

The one didn't mind at all.
Didn't know, didn't want to.
Played and pranced and danced.
Not wrong.
Still right.


The single problem was: second's only, was only one.