The last word

It's good to see you back again
I don't deserve to know where you have been
I tried to cure resentment with a bitter pill
Unkindness was confusing, I'm reading handouts still

We both lament when our bed disappeared that night
Like a faltering prize fighter my brain was one horrific sight
I implored the referee to halt my bout
"Let me excuse myself, don't drag it out"

But now I'm willing to say
Every lock opens with a key
It's your call what the morning brings
You are the free bird
You get the last word
Come in and rest your wings

We smelled a rose and had to have them all
Held them much too tightly, watched the petals fall
Lost sight of the magic charm when they adorn
Dreams were left with much less rose than thorn

In search of truth, we swallowed our Zen
There were hours of second guessing what might have been
The longer we were lost in a self-made maze
Shorter seemed our love from preceding days