the thermostat
for one.
her liking a cool
sixty-eight, while
i prefer
a tepid seventy-one.
and there's tea over coffee
for her.
cream and sugar,
whereas, i prefer black.
the morning is my preference,
but for her
it's midnight that
she becomes a purring cat.
i love the shore,
a lazy day by the sea,
but she the mountains,
the woods,
a long hike with nothing
but trees.
and yet we last,
agreeing so often
to disagree.
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