When old memories crop up

Could we be friends again and wish we never split apart

Burn down the walls that we build over time

Hope for things to fall back in place

Never make the same mistake

Yet, from the mould of memories, can you siphon out the hate and the anger

the bickerings and the harsh words, that made you a complete stranger

would you trust me again, and confide in me

and would I leave myself in your hands, forever, safely

We will be friends, but distant ones

and I will hope I will never have to face you again

We will talk but keep the past out of it

and shirk if its brought up just for old times' sake

Is it worth picking up the split glass then..

I will hurt my fingers in the act again

and maybe it will make me fonder for you

but is it possible to forge shattered memories.

I can build up my hopes in understanding you

But will you really understand me

maybe you will laugh at my sentimental mumbo jumbo, and break the shards of memories

Yet I want to give you a chance, which I did not when we turned away

Because, who knows, you might still be writing such a verse at your end.