A tanka written by

She tells him We fight too often for a couple on the first floor, he wonders how far their voices carry when they reconcile.

made me write this:

The loud words, the angry decibels Of accusation and recrimination Are over. The quiet, the peace Of reconciliation steals over The scene of the recent quarrel. Hands are tucked into hands, Tears shed, Melting away the rage (That battled over two minds and hearts) Into the softness of forgiveness, The awareness that the whole loud episode Was not worth the furious energy spent upon it. Anger is harsh and often seen by all. Reconciliation is softer, quieter, Hidden away, known only to those Who are involved in it: A sweetness, and the serenity of resurgent love.