Losing track

The door slams-Why did he slam the door
Was our fight that bad-I can't remember
It's all become a blur-not sure how long I've lain here
Not sure what we fought about

We fight a lot now-tired hearts ache
And words get thrown like weapons
Spear each other to see who can say the most
Hurt the most-there's comfort in it sometimes

Then we make up-I love making up with him
Reaching for each other frantically
Love making becomes urgent
Like our love for each other
Like our growing hate for each other

He's gone a long time this time
Or has he-time is frozen

Maybe he won't come back at all

Valerie Masters