Medal For A Metal Heart

My love, you already know the end.

I shush whoever calls us friends.

Teardrops dry on my green dress

As you walk the halls like a lioness.

That is fine, I know what comes next –

Fights over misunderstood texts,

Blame game based on trivial proof,

Two camps under only one roof.

Honey, we both know what to do,

We chose to paint this spring blue.

The ending will play out as scheduled,

And we will both get our medals.

-Jackie