We were once bound
By more than flesh and blood.
Though we liked to call each other
We were not so.
We were thrashed, lashed together,
And we were held there by knots
Of agony, tears, anger, of loss
And of unrequited love.
But I would hold your hand in mine
And tell you that I loved you.
And, at the same instant
Your fingers would wrap themselves
Around mine, and you would look me
Straight in the eye, and further through.
And you would tell me the same.
That that which brought us together
Broke us, my friend.
All that remains is this:
Can we repair the damage that has been done?
Or will we be forever frayed?