We sat across the table.
The cold, wooden surface
Filled the space between us.
We had a lot in common.
I had made mistakes.
So had you.
I was wronged.
So were you.
We wondered as we sat there.
If I got up
And walked over
To your side
I would see
What the world looked like
To you.
We got up without a word.
I walked away.
So did you.
I never looked back.
Nor did you.
We had both wronged one another.
Do two wrongs make a right?
I refused to give it a chance.
So did you.
