to others
in the beginning
is what annoys us
a year later.
that light snore is now
suddenly a roar,
the nervous giggle
is a nail dragged
against the chalk
board.
the lateness is a bore,
the clutter
becomes a mess, picking
up after each other
has become an endless chore,
the things that endeared us
to one another
have now become
the things that we each
abhor.
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