We argued like angered lovers on the driveway
Is that what we were? is that where we were?
Old age was on its way, catching us in its headlights
Or at the very least the weather alluded to this
I hadn't seen snow in so long
I thought the world was melting
Rough and tumble soaking wet
A button pulled from a shirt
By accident you understand
But it still landed in the gutter to be washed away
Regardless of intent
The best laid plans of fish and fowl
Can go awry when a foe is seen
In the rear-view mirror
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