and hope harbored lost.
No loving reclamation
but grudges begin anew.
Seeds of enmity sown
in a garden primed for hatred's furrowing.
Oh how I wished at one time
we could have shared congenialities' blending
of warm handshake and friendly passing.
we have come to point.
The crux - our relationship
now stands upon new precipice.
Which side to slide?
Both have their attractions depending
upon your humours - or sense thereof.