Fight!

I didn't expect
this,
outta nowhere with a
closed fist.

It made more sense
when you and I
were friends,
and when we got mad
we could see an end.

Now we just trust ourselves
to make love,
and inbetween our tempers
flare up,
like we forgot there is
this language,
this behavior,
this way of acting,
this being,
of holding hands and
together seeing;
how the world works
between us
between lovers
between friends
Do you remember?
Because I need to show
you or I can't.