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They fight constantly,
Argue incessantly,
But I myself will only speak of,
The stupidity of slamming doors.

On a cold night she calls me,
Just minutes after half-time,
Tears streaming through her words,
Barely able to tell me...

"We got into another fight,
So I'll be going to a friends."

And as the crowd roars in excitement,
I find no comfort in mine.

So I glance to the right,
And I look down one row,
Only to find the one person,
Who also finds stupidity,
in the slamming of doors.

As I throw on a smile,
She looks at me with that expression,
The one that tends to mean,
She actually gives a damn.

Later on that night,
Whilst driving in the company,
Of a few ghostly headlights,
I find a surprising message on my phone.

"You know the other bed in my house,
is always available..."

And with the thought of her two kids
she adds...

"We'll just pretend that it wasn't peed in,
the night before."

With a smile I glance up,
Quite thankful that it is she,
Who finds the stupidity,
In the loud slamming of doors.

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