That was the best thing about them.
We began to live together when we began to fight
We began to fight when we became unafraid of losing.
What were we afraid of losing?
I know I was afraid of losing him.
I was afraid I would be hurt
Now I treat words like falling leaves, not a sharp knife.
When I have no words to counter the barrage from him
I leave the room.
Sometimes I stay and make faces at him
I let him fight with me.
Because that is love
Love slicing through silence like curtains pulled suddenly.
Too much sunlight makes us wince
Sometimes the view distracts us.
Why are you fighting with me, he says
You know why I am fighting with you, I say.
We fight because the silence stifles us
We fight to find out if we are still friends.
I fold some fights in the pages of time
Letting them mature over years.
By the time I bring them out between us
Some of them have become stories to tell.
Sometimes we start fighting as soon as we meet
As if we must accelerate everything.
There isn’t time for everything