It is an inconvenient truth
No time would be right
Settling of differences
Both of us contrite
Sorry for the anger
Sorry for the pain
Sorry for the hurt we caused
Neither one to blame
Moving on toward futures
Separate on both sides
Can we walk away as friends
Leaving wounded pride behind?
And if, perchance, we meet again
Can we nod and say hello?
All the pain left years ago
Our dispositions mellowed
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