My Sweet Foe

My dear Crone, Now that you're alone, You look my clone. We were one, but now none. Two weeping hearts of Stone; Places we've been to mourn, Our fights they weep... If only we had known how Frienships rest, We would have not let go grip I apprehend the Day of our Reunion- Two people- alone in a million. We'll stare wickedly at each other- till Oblivion. Farewell Friend, I may be still under tour cast. Digest this is not the end, We must mend the past. But if it is our last, May it forever last...