Hello, old friend.
You may remember me,
as a faint, bad memory.

How have you been doing?

I see you're doing well,
For with all the good in me,
I wish you well.

How have I been doing?

I'm doing great you see,
I no longer hold on to the conflict,
the conflict the both of us inflict.

I don't hate you,
I swear I don't.

You may hate me still,
But understanding and love are the bottles I can fill.

I have open arms,
welcoming you as a friend.
Once again, I choose pride to rid of me
rather than the old friend I seek.