We might be able to be friends
Perhaps even smile at each other
And have a civil conversation
We might catch up
Over coffee or a glass of wine
And laugh about the good old days
We could shake hands
And give each other air kisses
And ask how the family is doing
We could perhaps be happy
For the success of the other
Without feeling angst or anguish
Someday
We just might
Forgive each other
For the pain inflicted
And the hurt caused
We might be able to
Speak about
The lies, the treachery and the hypocrisy
Yours and mine
We might be able to
Speak about
The lies, the treachery and the hypocrisy
Yours and mine
But not now
And definately
Not today
So when you see me
Just turn around
And walk away





