The Fray

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.

What irony!

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?