We talk about 'this'
again and again;
there's much less shouting and
finger pointing than there once
was, but only because I control
my temper and my mouth.
I haven't changed how I feel
about this - and you probably haven't
either, though it seems you did,
though that is due to dishonesty
on your part.
The sparkle isn't there in your
eyes anymore and your dullness
is taking the shine out of mine.
How do we resolve the
unresolved, the unforgivable?
Serenity has finally replaced sorrow
which had replaced anger and
accusation, dogged determination
to have what I want scuttling
behind my thoughts and plans.