House of Cards

Cool tears assuage the pain as though my feet
Have stumbled overย shards of glass so fine
That you contrived to throw where we might meet,
And in your tantrum bold have drawnย a line.

Your viewpointย is confirmed, my dear, not mine,
For I believe concession is an art.
In meeting of the minds we may align
To face the future tethered at the heart.

The fragile bonds of trust may tear apart
When scornful words are cast about at will.
In your defense you say we’ve pulled apart
While in my heart I know I love you still,

And wish with all my soul you’dย sweep those shards
Of stubbornness and fix this house of cards.