At the Kitchen Table

Can we sit across from each other again, at a kitchen table one day? Blue eyes focused, and steady, not looking away, or tempted to sway. What seemed to be an adversary, callous words uttered of late, Offering friendship, and heartfelt apologies, at this late date. How else to diffuse the distaste, of verbal arrows sent and landed, unintended, in too much haste. Hoping for help, that one might see, there can still be found some value, in knowing all of us, including me. It's possible to make a beginning, from an apparent end. Just decide to bend. But to start, and know again, a now unlikely friend, help from a forgiving heart, would have to start a way, to open the now locked doors of a mind made up, to reestablish trust, and give the now lost connection the time of day,