There are some times we quarrel,
get into fights,
to lose my precious friends,
it’s my fault,
I got home and thought to myself…
Because if I break up with you now,
I have no one to talk to,
The next day, there you were, sitting down miserably.
I stretched out my hand toward you,
“Would you forgive me?”
You thought for a while
and gave me the bonding handshake.
Life without you has been incomplete,
like a sandwich with no filling,
or a pen without ink.
But now we are friends,
and little handshakes
let us remain