When One crosses the line
With just a few words and gestures that day,
Everything became foreign between them.
A peaceful relation became mayhem,
A friendship had forever lost its way.
Spoken words fade but memories do stay,
Vile memories which can only condemn,
And remind you of your time with them,
A time you once thought would forever stay.
Yet you move on and live the old fraction,
For that is life and this is our nature.
And every good memory becomes a fiction,
Words can make a friend into a stranger.
None wins but ego with satisfaction,
Because on Sorry none had made any wager.