The thing that you don't quite recognize yet
Is that when you yell
And I cry
I am fighting it out with the ghosts of 6 other men
In another plane
Above, below, right, left
In the midst of our present time argument.

This is probably the hardest one to date
As my best friend predicted
Not because it can't stick
But because I have to allow it to stick
And learn through experience
Not to point out how you disappointed me
In the midst of your difficult week
And several glasses of wine
And when you make things extreme
To not nickel and dime.

But the thing that you have to recognize
Is that at this juncture
We are not alone
I could name them all
But they never really mattered
Except to haunt me
And remind me
Of the fall.