She gets the better of me

She gets the better of me
My wife in our spats
“You said” —and instantly
I cannot remember
What either of us said
Truly I was not there
In the words
Only in the emotions or
In the between of us
Or maybe only my I was there
Wanting to scrap for my me
In either case immersed
In our us
Converse is not only
Butterflies and blue skies
Converse gets the better of us
The truth of us
Confused? Swirled:
Converse is the better of us

:- Doug.

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Elder Caring Lawyer
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