My roommate looked at me today
And asked me how we were doing.
I said I hadn't seen you in a while
And our relationship is a lot of
Touch and go.
She seemed to think about this
And responded with,
"You guys are out of the
Honeymoon stage now, aren't you?"
I laughed as if it were a joke,
Like honeymoon phase?
Bitch, it's been two years.
Honeymoon phase ended
Several eons ago.
But in a way, she was right.
In our honeymoon phase,
We wouldn't have cared so much
About grades on engineering midterms
Or that lab professor we hate so much
Or that everything seems to be falling apart
With our family, our friends
Our school, our lives
You wouldn't have seen me
Crying on the shower floor
But you damn sure would have
Asked about it and
Made sure I was okay
And now we call
Once a day
To make sure the other
Is still alive
And wish each other the best
As we suffer through
What they're calling
And what we're praying
Is the worst of it
