I said she had no right getting on her high horse about it.
She said that she could see a side of me that she thought was gone.
We argued ’til 5am before I stormed into the spare room.
Trying vainly to block it out and snatch an hour or two of sleep.
Worlds tilting, I could hear her sobbing through our thin fibro walls.
She just sent an email saying she’s not sure whether she knows who I am any more.
I’m not sure I do either.