Detente
Time to bury the hatchet
A gentleman’s handshake
What say you
This time of year?
I’m not really sure
Diplomacy was never my thing
I just want to sink them all
For putting me down all these years
Each time this season comes around
Pulling teeth feels less painful somehow
Yet maybe it’s all in my imagination
I should let go. Find a new direction
Holding on to all these hurts
Perceived or real don’t matter
Should I let them rob me of what remains —
My ability to control my behaviour?
If so then they’ve won
As they have for oh so long
So maybe it’s time
To say “so long”
Detente
And move on
