The Fight

I cannot close my eyes
because everytime I do
I see
my face contorted
by rage
words flung in self-defense
shock
replacing the blood in my veins
and it is three days of silence
as I walk the same path as you
only three steps behind
I wonder if you really meant what you said
and I am too busy worrying
about my reputation
and being right
to realize that you
are broken too
until your tired steps
interrupt self-indulgent thoughts
and we
hash it out
old fashioned style
the faint smell of
sweat and
regret
accompany an embrace
so sudden
that
I am caught off guard
with the ease of forgiveness
and
the desperate need
to
forget