Red wine has stained my white shirt.
I mutter an explitive
and dab at it with a napkin.
"You're too funny"
She grins across the table.
I rarely see her like this.

She's happy; all her
teeth are lined in a semi straight
row.

"*******," I murmur.
She knows I'm joking.
I know she's joking.
Now all we do is fight.
I'm done with the fighting,
and I'm done with the yelling.

I long for the
night where you were truly
happy with me.

I've lost you, my love.
I've lost that beautiful
*smile