When this is over, will you smile at me?
Your eyes alight as they were before?
Before the walls, the barriers, the bars
Or will you glare at me some more?
When this is over will you talk to me?
Your words unguarded, as in times long past?
Before the sniping, arguing and hurt
Or will goodbye words be our very last?
When this is over will you remember?
The friendship we used to share?
Before the hatred, anger and pain
Can we ever find a way back there?