you have drifted back to me 

as i thought you would 

even though 

you shouted at me once 

with your fists clenched 

white with fear 

'stay away from me'

gladly,

i thought to myself.

and now here you are 

inviting yourself 

to my milk and honey.

i have not forgotten your unkind words,

your slammed door in my face

the only real remnant left 

of our friendship.

so i softly walked away,

shedding any left over parts of you 

still clinging to me.

too painful to hold on.

so sweet of you to try and find me now

after all this time

but forgive me if 

id rather take my milk and honey

elsewhere.