The Fight

Part of me thought she
The fighter, cusser-outer
Would fight for us
Just a little bit
Show that scrappiness
That she so often flaunted
Defending this Love of ours
Instead, acquiescence
To a perceived defeat
A perceived denial
She didn't
And now I play the foil
Feel the jabs over the distance
Put on the front for my friends
But in my heart
I'd rather be still living
In your Love's light
Than here alone
Again