Arguments in the Fourth Year

Someone's been made a fool
tonight.
I'm not terribly sure how
it happened but
it did. And there are
hurt feelings and
angry words with lots of
accusations and
twisting of meanings.
Nobody likes to be
made a fool.

Someone's been unjustly accused
tonight.
I'm not really sure why
they were but
they were. And now they
are crying and
confused and so hurt,
wondering how this could
have happened.
Nobody likes to be
unjustly accused.

So we sit across the room
from each other,
and wonder how we got
to this point.
It used to be so easy
to fix the things that were broken
between us.
But now the cracks just
widen and deepen. Now
You stand up and
go out for some air.
And I sit in the room by
myself and wish
I knew what had happened.

Which one was really the fool?
Which one was accused without reason?
Maybe neither of us,
maybe both.
I don't know. And I'm so tired
of this endless cycle.
I light a cigarette
and blame the smoke
for getting in my eyes.
Tears fall, regardless of the
reason.

You're out there, thinking
the thoughts that are so
beyond me now.
Walking pathways I can't
see, forcing yourself
against the wind.
Or maybe just sitting quietly
and thinking the same things
I'm thinking.
It doesn't matter if
you are or not.

Distractions make
my heart weary but
keep me sane.
Couched in mundanity, I am safe.
Watching old movies and
picking at popcorn and definitely
not waiting for you
to come home.
And my mind tells me
that everything is fine because
this is how it used to be,
before you.

The door opens quietly,
and there you stand.
Soaked because of the
sudden downpour and I try not to
laugh.
We stare at each other,
I think forever. At least for a
minute and a half.
You take off your coat and let it
crumple on the floor, puddle getting wider and
you don't care.
You take my hand
and raise it to your lips.

Our bedroom has seen it all
before.
So I'm sure it sighs with
boredom as you lay me on
the bed and kiss every inch
of my skin. But I sigh in
contentment because this is where
I'm meant to be.
Hands search and find.
Mouths meet and part for other
destinations,
and we reach Paradise in each
other's arms.

After you slip into sleep,
I lay there with your arms around me.
I'm not terribly sure how it
happened but it did.
We're here together, and
absolutely nothing is resolved.
The cracks are showing, and
my heart still hurts.
Somebody was made a fool.
Somebody was unjustly accused.
And now I need
another cigarette.