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.