Silently agape,
both faces fixate,
curls and twists of rage,
we are at that stage.
Before talking became a chore,
and you loved each other more,
smiles ran around the room,
maybe things will change soon.
For the better, or worse,
voices fully hoarse,
a plate launched across the kitchen,
a hand crushed, finger mangled, beyond recognition.
A boundary crossed,
for sure or maybe lost,
the dog crying,
children shying.
But listening,
before you brought down your reckoning,
on each other,
father, mother.
Now silence and space,
neutrality across his face,
heartbroken abandon,
once, you were each others fandom.