Faults

Iced over with bitterness,
I know you feel it too.
We could yet make peace,
But what a low thing to do.

So we carry on senselessly,
Acting like spoiled kids.

Sometimes the thought does cross my mind,
Can't we act like we did?

But we must save face,
For other's opinions of us are on the line.
So we blame the other for the outcome,
Of what is as much your fault as mine.