#35- The Same Thing.

Emotional roller coaster, today.

Had an argument last night.

Kind of.

Nothing quite aggressive.

Or mean.

Just awkward.

And oddly upsetting.

When things got real

For a moment.

Talking about Z.

And the fallout.

Realizing

Something I already

Knew, for the most part.

But it was strange

To hear

That he and I 

Saw the same thing.

And maybe it was hard

For you to hear, too.

I stepped away for a bit.

Needed to clear my head.

DIdn't want to say 

Anything mean.

Anything that could hurt you.

Because I could feel

The tension.

And you were gone when I got back.

But I was so happy,

Today.

Perhaps, the tension 

Was just in my head.

And I had a lot of fun,

Laughing and playing

With you, this afternoon.

And evening.

Tonight.

Happy Cinco de Mayo, Miss.

Sorry for all the giggling,

By the way.

I'm not very good

With my liquor.

Author's Note

Interesting day. The tone of this poem could have taken many paths, depending on when during the day I wrote it.