Our First Fight

Before she left

We could settle everything amicably

We divided our memories almost equally

We decided if we can call each other or not

We could separate feelings from reason

Logic from fate

Books from shelves

Gifts from boxes

Flowers from novels

It happened so peacefully

As if

It was meant to be like this

Except when

We had to decide

Who has the claim over our last kiss?

That was the beginning

Of our first fight