Lying down. Side by side.
Seemingly worlds apart. 
While screens blare loudly, words seem to escape us. 

Brewing anger slowly fades to a painful awkwardness. 

“I’m sorry”, my mind whispers.

But my back, squared firmly against his, betray my reconciliation.

I let Pride lull me to sleep. 
Misery cover me. 
Tears take the light out.

Tomorrow. 

Let it be done then.