The common domestic pair,
Measured in units of misery,
Not happiness, not love.
The heaviest moments tip the scales,
And all the airy, ethereal ecstasy
Cannot be the ballast
That brings us back together
In the face of such despair.
It fills a room like humidity,
So dense the doors stick
In their swollen jambs
And make slamming less of a period,
More of an ellipsis,
So that we somehow manage the building up
And cannot fathom the breaking apart
When all that weight, that dense element
Falls around us,
Shaking our foundation.
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