Story Of A Phoenix...

Since the day,

I walked out that door in flame,

No longer i've mention or think of your name,

Between us there's not much left but pain.

True friends once we were,

But then, went out of line when we reach a curve,

Hesitated, reconsidered, don't know where to steer,

Each turn sided with fear.

Could we be the same i asked myself,

Could we greet and say hi like old times?

Pick a book from the old shelf?

A new story, a different rhyme?