We argued with the vengeance from poorly informed memory.
Straight from the loss to blame.
For whatever reason it perpetuated justification.
Of construeded loss, from the need to self victimise.
To the need of claiming nothing in particular.
It was the battle to ingrain and embellish memory.
In so, we tore each other apart and to feed individual right.
Our eternal want to be known as right.
The want for immediate anger to surface, rant and to glorify our past glories of being wronged.
And then we rested exhausted.