We Ate Our Words for Breakfast

We argued,

that one night

about nothing in particular,

yet everything together all the same.


How we fought,

enough to move the earth,

the trees that fell they still remain


I don't remember how it started,

With a joke i would suggest,

that's normally what happens now adays


But i was hurt,

by what was said

And left with a quick slamming of the door


To return,

in stealth and darkness

finding he was sleeping


And so,

as day break rose upon us,

there was an eerie silence in the room


As if,

the night before had never happened,

but the haunting pain of war still lingered on


But in the light of day,

the war was over

and so we ate our words for breakfast

And shared stories of a love that will remain





The End

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