After the fight
they laid facing opposite directions
trying to think of anything
but each other.
The headlights of passing cars
made moving pictures on their walls.
Everything felt like forever.
Loud sighs pierced the air
as if to say,
“I’m right, you’re wrong.”
If only they could fall asleep
to figure things out in the morning,
clearer minds and greater patience.
Fighting at night ruined
golden weekend rest
and morning spent under the covers
watching the sun slide through the blinds.