There are so many things I could have said.
There are many things I have left unsaid.
The few words I said were feeble
and cowered before the force of yours.
“I meant, but, even so” were not my choice
Arguments are fun only if they lead to making-up.
I hear a bitter echo when you speak
Look at me, not at a shadow from your past.
ps: this is a verse-in-progress.