Just One Word Too Many

We had our differences And on occasion, a tiff crops up With just a word too many. Angrily she looked at me steadily. “I’m going to my mum. Don’t wait for me!” She left slamming the door behind her. I knew her too well. It was enough to make me sick. Would pleading forgiveness be enough for her? Would a bunch of perfumed roses bring enough good humour? A lunch out? Anything... Just tell me. It would be enough. The door opens and in she comes grinning. “I bought you some pizza, my love.”