It's easy to write about everything that's going wrong. Easier still while it is going wrong. Even easier when the dust hits the floor and you see the mess you have both made. The hard part is sweeping so you can see the well varnished floor. Wiping the mirrors to see your fresh reflection. Cleaning the pots pans and dishes so that the foul aroma of decaying leftovers can subside. Making the bed and setting yourself up for slumber in an unfettered home, where the two of you can close your eyes together.
Yes, the hard part is getting to eyes closed and heart open.
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