tonight
the only way we know how to converse
is to yell
we don't stop yelling
and so I turn up the music a little louder
until all I feel is desire to whisper
to say I'm sorry
to say I love you
to say I'm not going to give us up
because I won't runaway like last time
I won't stop telling you "thank you"
and I won't get weak and let you beat me
in this stupid war.
so I will do the dishes
and you'll take down the laundry
we'll brush our teeth and close the doors
and tomorrow we will whisper