And then there were two.

Two hearts, two stories.

Two lives intertwined.

Doubletime.

Two angry auras

Flushed with the blue of sadness

And the hue of love, at the edge

Out of the way

Out of reach.

And then there were two

Best friends

Most of the time

On and off

For many years

One

running back to the other

When she probably should have let her be

Until

She realized

it used to be all of us

a group of close-knit friends, who'd sit together, laugh together, sometimes even cry together. 

but something changed in us, maybe we changed.

We were birds of a feather, and we stuck together

But how come it had to end?

We talked every day, revealed more of us

But two were always at war

Eventually, the war was lost, and won

The gang broke up,

Blissful children.

Young,

Naïve.

Dreaming, of who we wake up to be

Dancing with starlight in our hands

Elemelons to the end

But wishes cannot last for long

And then there were Two.

There was Nothing and there were Two and they were not in love. Love was not a thing yet, there was Nothing.

One said to the other, "I've discovered I can say words."

And then there were two, 

Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.

Waiting.

Watching.

Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.

On different sides of the same story.

One representing tails