See You Again

A poem of missed opportunity.

Seems to me we've developed this thing in life

We study the battles and we capture the strife

We plant deceit and we cultivate pain

Too busy to explain, maybe when I see you again

We won't be so busy then, and we’ll make our peace

We 'll laugh and talk and maybe make a feast

Yes, that’s what we'll do, wait for a slow day or maybe a rain

We'll make it a point to talk, when I see you again

Boy I'm happy that I thought this thing through

It will make our relationship better, fresh and new

Can't quite remember; why did we argue? Why did we fight?

Can't remember, just know I was right

After some time, I wondered where you had been

It was so silly to fight, really it was a sin

How did things get so messed up, its not really plain

I'll make it a point to ask you, when I see you again

Then I heard that you died; could it be true?

Could they be kidding? could it really be you?

They're wrong I hoped, but it was all in vain

How could I have missed the opportunity to see you again