Reunion

While sitting in my study, got a call from an old buddy
who was wondering why years had passed since our last drink was shared.
He said "Life makes it hard sometimes but surely there were no worse crimes
than friends who thought past differences could never be repaired."

"I thought," he said, his voice real low, "we'd many miles still to go
if only we could clear our minds of mem'ries of the fight?
Besides", he said, "it just makes sense for us to mend our broken fence
considering the vodka drank that cold December night."

Then the phone fell into silence while my mind screamed out for violence
but I did not let my anger make its way into my breath.
I was calm and I was level when I said "Only the devil
could keep old friends like us apart from now until our death."

He laughed and then agreed with me and said "there is no need to be
so distant when we used to be just like peas in a pod."
I bit my tongue and said, "That's true. Let's make it happen, me and you,
we'll meet up and return to the past glories of our squad."

We made some plans and said goodbye and gingerly I rubbed my eye
to feel the awkward bumps from where the bone had broke in two.
Then I stood up and smiled big and felt the urge to dance a jig
as plans for payback by my hands began to mix and brew.