Frayed

With overuse, ropes can fray,
With misuse, toys might break,
Carelessness, and ignorant,
A friendship can also fray.

When ropes are gone, o’ course,
You can replace them, with others,
When toys lay broken, you can find,
Better ones, you can buy.

But what happens when a friendship breaks?
It cannot be reassembled,
It’s not a toy, it’s immaterial,
Excuses don’t work, can it be patched up again?

What does it take, to heal it all?
What does it take, why can’t
Words ever try to tie that knot,
Rejoin what has frayed apart?

Why can’t there be a reunion,
Even after lessons are learnt?
What does it take to replace,

The hatred, to make right what is frayed?
It’s frayed, no glue can fix it,
It’s frayed, what will mend it?
Is it enough, just to repent?
Should I do more, what should I lend?

What will make it right, what has been frayed?
What will make it feel like I never betrayed?
Why does it have to be so hard, to reconstruct,
Why do I have to be this adrift?

Is it…..still frayed?

10:46 pm, 17th January, 2010.