The first girls in her early twenties,
the second one’s eighteen.
In their minds are different thoughts
cause the latter is a queen:
Upon their heads are similar faces
that covers total opposite places.
The hardest fall has come upon them
since I first made my count;
I saw before my very eyes
how the girls heard a quiet sound
and that is were their paths had crossed
upon their ways to their own lost.
I have looked upon these similar girls,
and now my hearts in pain.
All’s changed since they heard their voices
the last time in the rain.
The chattering – beat of their hearts,
the hearts that fell apart.
Unwearied still, twenty by eighteen.
Their souls are in the cold.
Companionable they’ll never by
their hearts are much too cold.
Friendship or sisters, wonder what they will
hatreds upon them sill.
But now they’ve drift too far apart
Among what drives them further away
is a thirty five year old mysteriously
doing what he thinks is best.
Is it for the first girl or his own quest?