When all is said and done

It is at the end when you and I will sit down Tired and spent from all the curses and blows that we have exchanged in rage reason veiled by eagerness to damage just to become the last man standing. It is at the end of it all when you and I sit like tired wrestlers still eager to throw another blow but too tired to raise even the tounge so we stare at each other straight in the eye in that rage. It is at this point that we see in each other's eyes that loved one that we once loved that loved one whose love we still hold that loved one waiting... for what we will be when all is said and done.