Terrible Two

Blunders, we've had 'em.
Secrets. Lies. Untold stories.
Flinging concrete things in the air.
Distrust. Snooping. Nasty accusations.
Walking out in front of each other.
Not letting you finish.
Threatening a break-up.
Packing of bags and leaving. For good.
The "I don't want you anymore"
Horrible revelations. Dots connected.
Seeing each other in all nakedness.
The bad habits. Waking up late. Sleeping in.
Maintaining the mess for days.
The lazyness. The lack of work ethic. The absenteeism.
All the red flags you could ever imagine.
Yet here we are after two years.
Bruised, broken, bent.
A little worn and weary.
With a subtler touch and a gentler conviction.
Familiar faces lying in the other pillow.
Fingers knowing each crooked texture of skin.
Wrinkled eyes from crying and laughing.
But still with a glisten. A tiny spark.
A tiny, weary, flame.
Still burning.