Questions
I don’t know what to say,
come the time I see you again.
I know it will come,
soon no doubt.
Do I greet you with a hug?
A welcome worthy of a
friend? A welcome worthy
of a good man?
Do I greet you with suspicious
eyes and gaurded comments?
Like I would any other
person guilty as yourself?
Friend, for that is how I came
to know you. Friend, for that
is what I wish you to reamin:
Why did you do it?
Why did you force me to question…
everything?
