There are three sides really to our story:
Yours and mine and the unvarnished truth.
We each have our own inventory
Of the other's failures in their troth.
Some facts lend themselves to interpretation,
But we must both reach out for approbation.

Perhaps, when time mellows our hearts, we can
Be friends, to some degree or other.
No longer lovers, but woman to man,
Be more like a sister and a brother.
Our story is not finished, I am sure.
Stubborn views will change, and minds will mature.

-RH-