An Argument

A description of the experience of having an argument.

AN ARGUMENT

That taffeta line 

So thin and frail 

Was ripped in two 

That sun-filled day

Love yielded itself

To our dismay 

we held the shreds 

in our sweaty hot hands 

And out of the day 

And out from the wedding 

life drained by hate possessed in demon pain

Once gentle voices tore from tightened throats 

One red hot flash and everything ends

Track down the target

The one you love 

Hateful hours spent craving the opium of distance 

as we picked through the wreckage of the day

pleading eyes held a question

What was it all for?

Reviews

[Beccy]

Those last two lines are so very telling; and how often, after the heat of the battle, is that question asked.

A perfect capture of a moment and it's aftermath, that so many can relate to.

Beccy.