We once dined together on goodly tables and laughed together at funny fables.
Me was 'us' back then when the fields were green Love was the boss we cared not who was the lord as long as he could our peace afford.
Time grew taller and bonding cords grew shorter our once glittering tables Decomposed on beign fed upon by unhealthy fables.
Like little foxes forces of grudges and sentiment arising from resentment crept in and the bond we once shared was threatened.
Those cherished days are long forgotten relics of our lost bond keep us hurting A little 'sorry' would have let it go but it wasn't in the tune of our ego.
Regrets like matchets cut our hearts deep leaving wounds that time's woo can't recuperate. rays of hope make us cope knowing someday someway we'll return to the land Where 'me was we' and 'his was us.'
A poem dedicated to all lost friendships and as many that will still be lost