One and Two

There’s a jagged hole now

In my heart

So cold the wind blows through

Where once your heart within my heart

Your ring within my ring

Held an everlasting me and you

When we were one and two.

I ask

Forgive the lonesome whistle

Where my heartbeat used to be

The strain of the wind

Wringing through me

The sting of its cold refrain

No song of ours left

No song of ours left

No song of ours left to sing.

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© Thornhorn