This is how it starts.
You bring up that phone call
At the Jewellers.
It could have waited, you say.
It was important, I snap. You have no sympathy.
Tit for tat.
You go on about my clothes on the back-seat
Of the car.
I go on about your obsession with tidiness.
Stop, can you hear it? You say.
We both listen.
Ahhh, the floodgates, I say.
Let’s not go on with this, you say.
We give each other the peace sign.