The Night Before, a Dog, and a Lamp Post

The night before had been
A more extreme fight than usual.
And I hope you enjoyed it
As much as I have.

The next morning I looked
Down and noticed a lined
Red scar running up from my
Wrist to my elbow.

I think it happened
When I mentioned
The mistakes your parents
Made when raising you and your sister.

I looked down at the mark
And laughed thinking of a dog
And how it makes its own marks
On lamp posts as it strolls down dirty streets.

Me and the lamp post
So much in common
Silent illuminating light
And you and the dog who leaves your mark on us.