This Love

The when is an indistinct blur
The how is what she remembers and craves
The end is what took away her hope,
And still, she believed.

She'd taken the road
Before.
But she still believed.
After three, she knew that two,
Cannot become one,
Nor partners can they be.

June, moon, swoon,
This love was a cruel joke
And still, she believed.
After four, she had to believe,
To live.