You go through each day
You argue
You throw hurtful comments like confetti
You don't care where they land....
But......Then....The one you love
The one you get on each other's last nerve with
Becomes ill.
Then.... You think....What if..,
What if something happened
And they were gone???
Then you know....
All the confetti you threw in venomous spews
Should have faded before it ever flew
From your mouth
....be well my love, and may I think before I say things I don't mean.....