marriage

what more is there
to say, that hasn't
already been said
so many times before.
and yet, knowing you,
i know you'll find
a way to say something
new, to find more.
and when we finish
this round of sparring,
dancing the same
old steps to the
same sad song,
when the bottle is dry,
and the moon is no
longer out there,
hanging like a pale
reminder of love, in
a long ago sky, we'll
stop, and you and i
will go to our
separate rooms, and
pretend once more
that what we've said
hasn't diminished the
love we had thirty
years ago when
this argument began.