I should not assume to know your pain
but I have.
Foolish is the thoughtless brain,
speaking with a selfish aim.
I hurt and harm again.
Disconnectedness, your hiding place
but I prod.
Encroachment twists an angry face.
Annoyance shows a lack of grace.
We both demand our space.
Communication, a two-way street,
so listen first.
Maybe eye to eye can meet.
Dialogue with no conceit,
or wrangle and repeat.
Assumptions are the cause of strife.
Let them go.
Don’t feed your right to fight.
It’s the way to get you knifed
self-sabotaged by spite.