Death of a Friendship

 

                 
 

 I hear a knock at my side door

I get up and look out the window

The beautiful white pristine of the snow

Is marred by your innuendo

I close my eyes and for a moment

Contemplate not answering the summons.

But I know you will not stop knocking

Until the door is open

I do not know if you will be angry

Or hurtful,

Or demanding.

I do know we are friends no longer.

I have told you to go away

To knock on my door no more

You seem to think I owe you something

But we are friends no longer

So once again I say: I can not help

And slowly close the door

I see your face as you turn away

You still think we are friends.