Inside my basket of broken bread
My words lie stale with regret
A friendship left to natural destruction
Swirling gossip and storms of pride only left
Crumbs of words unsaid
Thoughts unanswered
Paths carefully tread
I wish I could make it whole again
Fresh again
Where the scent of two souls in unison
Stops people in their tracks
Breathing in the sweet air, looking for the source
We were like the bakery around the corner
Friendly green door, dinner to share
A haven and a place to lay your cares
Yet when the shop down the block
Raised its sign and offered beer
I wanted a pint of a new variety
Meanwhile you decided you were tired of me
Shut the door and boycotted my plans
So I left our bakery
Tidy shop and circle of friends
I wanted freedom and a little gin
A life spiked with spontaneity
A place to start all over again
I never said I missed you
Pride and jealousy blurred my lens
Your stupid perfect shop
Your two new perfect friends
I would do it better
A greener future without sins
My complete, perfect life
A whole new group of friends
I wish I could make it whole again
Healed again
Where the braiding of two hearts in harmony
Stops people to marvel
Wondr’ing at the divine’s power, helping us forgive
We would be the thrift shop by the flowers
Eclectic, not worse for the wear
A new look and a place to mend some tears
Inside our basket of torn up pieces
There’s room to reimagine what’s next
A friendship stronger for its journey
Of being ripped up and sewn back again
Threads of words now said
Learning to be honest
Laughter shared instead