We hadn’t spoken, not for quite a while.
Our mutual regard a thin veneer.
We passed each other by and forced a smile
We knew was both contrived and insincere.
The thing that came between us was
Not something said or done but just implied;
A tiny spark we fanned to flames, because
Of egos bruised, and foolish, stubborn pride.
But over time we added up the cost
Of what our prideful stubbornness attained
And realized that what we both had lost
Was worth far more than anything we’d gained.
So, in the end, we each made our amends,
And with a nod we re-embraced as friends.
