A/N: I like the meter of this poem, particularly. Where you expect the typical ABAB stanza to end, there's another AB ready! And then you can go on. I always imagined the fight to be one over love- some girl they both liked (you can imagine the two friends as male or female, your choice) who in the end married someone completely different, but not before she broke up the Damon and Pythias...Please R&R- I'm particularly looking for alternatives to that last stanza line. It's awkward. here, why and I yakking on like this? go on, read!

Good friend, do you remember me?

For surely, I remember you.

We went our separate ways, you see;

I do not think that either knew

That this was where we both would be

Upon this street, at half-past two.

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Our childhood was mostly spent

Hand in hand and side by side.

Where one went, the other went,

As if, somehow, we two were tied

Until there came a great dissent,

Beginning, there, a great divide.

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For many years we went our ways,

Until, right now, we chanced to meet

Both being at this place today

Upon this same old cobbled street.

And I, for one, would like to say

That meeting you is quite a treat.

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I know I say with no regret

That hasty words I said to you

Are things which we should both forget

(All that is now completely through.)

And so I say, old friend, well met

On a cobbled street, at half-past two.