Somewhere amongst the ruckus
We lost us
Suffering defeat
At the hands of deceit
We come to a point
Where we no longer care to meet
Estranged in our ways
Unknown to each other
For the past 164 days
Stoic in each other's presence
Exchanging hand shakes and half smiles
All the while...I'm wondering
Was it me, was it you
But in the end
The question isn't relevant
What's important is
What happens next...

By: Gid Freeman