Once upon a time (as all good stories start),

Were the bestest of friends – one soul, one heart.

It must have been so, as all were agreed –

God, Science, Fate – each one had decreed

That forever and ever, irreversibly twined,

They were bound to each other, were one of a kind.

 

Both raised with love and care and devotion,

Their lives were set, wheels fully in motion.

So, merrily they rolled along,

For the most part singing just the one song.

This was the way it was all planned to be –

She as her, and her as she.

 

Once upon a time (now more darkly so)

It all just went wrong, one another let go

From the other.

 

Ugliness ensued

Each lost strength

Careers pursued

At any length

 

Friendship clawed

Friendship fraud

Friendships won

And friendships one

 

Disgust.

Disdain.

They saw each other and just weren’t the same.

 

Strong, needy,

Professional, seedy,

Fulfilled, deprived,

Anxious, survived.

 

Once upon a time (an unusual time),

They met with each other and discussed the crime;

So much time spent away simply wasn’t OK,

And they chose to change it that very same day.

They talked about people and what had turned wrong,

Soon they started to sing once again, a similar song.

 

Taking time to think and time to care,

For each other – they recalled that they were both there.

Talking heart break and failure and joy and success,

During lockdown they both had the time to process

The things that had made them both happy and sad,

The things they had done – mostly good but some bad.

 

And so (as they say) the story now ends,

They reunited – the very bestest of friends.

One said, “The people, it’s them we should blame”.

The other replied, “We’re all just the same”.

Understanding again, finally –

Me getting her, and her getting me.

 

At peace once more as always meant to be,

I love her, and she loves me.

We’ve learnt such a lot in our time spent apart,

Each having mastered a different art.

Time for no, time for yes,

Time to meditate, time for stress.

 

Two halves combine to create the whole

Always there to be found if you make that your goal.

Some have done, and some don’t care,

But we’re just happy that we made it there.

Her and Me, and Me and She –

We lived forever, happily.