When the Sun Sets

When the sun goes down

And we go to bed

When we close our eyes

I reflect on what was said

All those angry words

Fighting talk hurts

Maybe we were hasty

Maybe blunt and often curt

At the end of the day

All is said; all is done

I still thought I loved you

And you were the only one

After the screams and the swearing

When I put up my wall

You hit back at me

In the bedroom, bathroom and hall

I shut myself in, close, lock the latch

You shout, and yell; I cry

My tears, my fears, my fault

Yes? No? But I dare to ask why

You sleep on the sofa

I cry myself to sleep

You forget, you turn over

And enjoy your frolicking sheep

© Andrea Coltman