Before The Quarrel Poem by The Night Wanderer

It wasn't all that good before the quarrel
You could smell it coming, it was in the air
The day was beautiful as they sat in silence
The silence that started it all
Although they enjoyed that peaceful silence
It couldn't last forever
And when it was broken
The verbal bombs were dropped and the War began
But now if you look
To the bubbling foutain in the town square
They sit in the emptiness
Their minds worlds away
Flying through memories and thoughts
As their blank eyes see nothing
Because it is now before the quarrel
Where all the hope and happiness they have been hanging onto, is slaughtered
Before the quarrel there was silence