During the night-morning hours,
as sun and moon exchange domains
They stand facing each other,
infinite space between them.
Those two in the same room,
the same two who catch
then throw daggerous words,
bleeding from their impact.
Crashing silences belie
years worth of artillery
and aberrations of emotion
camouflage ever constant love
waiting patiently in the background.
Becoming a reluctant referee,
exhaustion pulls the blanket
over hurt and anger.
Apologies arrive to take down
barbed-wire fences around the heart.
Kisses, the psychological band-aids,
provide comfort for the scrapes on their souls.
Feeling, then knowing,
that one cannot survive without the other,
they acquiesce;
the two who might be named
night and day.