old apart

you put
out the olive
branch.
wave the white flag.
you
are too tired to fight.
to go on
with this silly
disagreement.
after all you are related
by blood.
so senseless
to hold a grudge for so long.
the energy it
takes to be
angry and resentful
burns
more of you
than love ever will.
it's all you can do
to put out
your hand,
and let it go.
the days grow shorter
and the nights
longer
as we grow old
apart.