A week ago, I had an argument
without a clue to why or what about.
I didn’t understand that brief event
but now I’ve written it, I have no doubt
that what occurred was not a conscious fight.
The subject didn’t matter – reason quit.
My tendency’s to make the logic tight,
but language wasn’t then appropriate.

You told me as you sat how I’d improve
my habitat with staged accessories.
But I appreciate its clean design.
I took offense, but never meant to move
my face to signal so. My summaries
in verse allow me light without a shine.