Sometimes they won't.
Sometimes you'll be angry
And I'll not be ready enough
To make amends.
Sometimes,
The TV will run on its own,
As even in each other's company,
Lonely,
We'll be on our own.
There will be an invisible line
In the bed.
The food and the unwashed
Dishes will hurl a storm into
The day-to-day mess..
Cuddles and hugs would
Become redundant.
Conciliation would be
Another war we can't afford.
The grumpy, The haughty,
Apathetic and egoistic.
And unapologetically,
When we slip down into an abyss..
If you feel like talking again.
Send me a song.
