One leaves no room for more
A shuttered window, bolted door
Lost in itself, folding into nothing
Alone, there's no rushing
No conflict, save the devils in your heart
Two leaves love, friendship
Truth, losing fragile grip
Together as two
A bond, opened, but loss undisclosed
I see three
Four is a single word, lost in shadows of those looming before it.
Only half show the last grip of existence.
It all returns to one.