One word in the wrong direction and
we are teetering away once again.
You’d think we would be done with such
Misunderstandings, after all these years
Of being together.
Trust doesn’t fall far from the tree
As we dive and seethe and abate
against the other’s fiery gaze.
No longer able to meet you in kind
I lose my strength and melt,
Into a pond of sweet nothings
as you leave, again.