I threw a stone at my friend.
She never saw it coming.
But we were fine until the time
She hurled one back and stunned me.
With mud, the slinging commenced.
And I saw to it she fully paid.
All bets were off, for as we know
Friendships sometimes fade
Only years later did I see,
“I wish we were still good.”
Unsent words shown to me
Of those red-hot angry days.
This lesson I learned ...
