There are many times I wonder
Is there a reason for me to ponder,
The purpose of their action
Against me for some small fraction?
Were they down for something that took place
Or were they in pain over missing someone's face?
Could it be that I was wrong?
In that, I offended
The one who has now ended
the relationship that we once commended?

Is there a reason for them to hate me
Because of one of my tendencies?
For sad to say but I am rather quirky
And can be as stupid as a turkey
But does that give a reason for them to hate me?

Should I be in their place
And I could see my face
Would it be filled with pride
Like the rising of the tide?

Or if roles were switched
Would it be, that I was pitched
Against my friend
Would I think I had reason to seek to bend
And break a friend
Or would I seek to mend the rift
That now does make us drift apart
Like iceberg now ripped apart.

Oh wait there is someone knocking
At the door of my apartment
****, the curtain is now blocking
My view of them that is now standing
One moment I will return to writing
After I see this visiter, who comes knocking.

…………………………………………………………..

If you guessed it to be
My friend that I did see
Then you'd be right
And what a sight
They came and cried
And did apologize
For the words that did scrutinize
Me so harshly spoken
Just the other mornin.

So I guess one must wait and see
If I would do the same as she
who did so come
and apologize for what was done.