It must have been March when we both strayed
But then, I refused to warm fire’s glow
When bitter words raged and scarred my eyes;
Though pleading sorry, I shunned Kate’s hello.
Yet at nights when laughter used to bubble
I knew my gall of pride kept us apart
And missed our years graced by friendship’s bliss,
Surviving rain and daylight of love’s heart.
Ringing her door to offer sincere peace
My bones ripped like tiny splinters of hay;
She had left far off, my amends too late
Choking from void, on my birthday.
Belle Lucas' What A Friend Really Is Contest
25 April 2013
*I hope Kate and I will make up soon.