There is power in three
In one, the fit of her waist in my hand
In two, our legs pressing on their bunk
In three, nothing happened as I planned
But one, did I plan it?
And two, how I mourned it
Now three, the miracle of repairing broken things with gold lacquer
Look at us, stunning
Everything is better in threes
We say it, we say it, we say it
And mean it with my head on her leg
And their head on my leg
And I call it friendship but it doesn’t have a name
Just three of us, two cities, one thread
And I say, I say it, I say it again
It’s so much more than enough
Three is a magical number
The checks and balances
The acts of a story
One, the calling
Two, the journey
Three, the changing for the better
I am changed for the better
I know what magic looks like
I can touch it
