I threw a stone at my friend.

She never saw it coming.

But we were fine until the time

She hurled one back and stunned me.

With mud, the slinging commenced.

And I saw to it she fully paid.

All bets were off, for as we know

Friendships sometimes fade

Only years later did I see,

“I wish we were still good.”

Unsent words shown to me

Of those red-hot angry days.

This lesson I learned late,

But I’ll share it with you:

Stones don’t build walls.

People do.