No two are alike.
Snowflakes. They say.
That’s one of the truths no one disputes.
There comes a time when it is easier
to swallow a truth whole than to bite into an argument.
No two are alike. Arguments.
Sometimes they end in silence. Sometimes in an avalanche of
words.
Words that once said cannot be unsaid.
Cannot
be forgotten.
There comes a time when it is impossible to make
peace one more
time.
Better to leave the battle lines in place.
And feelings frozen.
Breadcrumbs 
I like the images in this poem a lot. I’ve often wondered if that snowflake “truth” was true or just a convenient fiction.
Malcolm