Driving home on I-55, we argued
while queen anne’s lace and black-eyed susans
blurred past through my tears. Opposites attract
but so often our differences polarize.
I watched the mile markers and counted
our opposites: extrovert/introvert,
This week when he lit the fireworks
in the driveway, I covered my ears
against the screaming missles,
his loud favorites.
But he drew me close
while I watched city fireworks
bloom like chrysanthemums.
When he yelled with frustration
in the vehicle I couldn’t escape
I wondered how long we will last.
Longing filled me
for the kind of affection
Tim McGraw has for Faith Hill,
the way they complement
one another in their real-life romance.
I hid that hope inside my silence,
waiting until we entered our apartment
and laid down together in the late afternoon.
Finally we created new life
from our ashes.