One Simple Question... Or So It Seems

One simple question, I was asked.
Are we friends again?
I thought I could leave this whole thing in the past.
I thought this monster was one I had already slain.

But then it came back.
With this simple sounding question.
And now we are back on this track.
The way we looked smiling, laughing, I guess it gave that impression.

I thought this race was done.
But I was wrong.
I didn’t realise that it was a marathon.
And now this marathon looks much too long.

Are we?
No.
Ha. No longer do you hold the key.
But still I don’t know.

The question voiced.
My immediate reaction.
A no, I thought you would have rejoiced.
Ugh! You are such a contradiction.

I’m so confused.
Do I want to be?
And all the things you’ve said, they can’t be excused.
I’m just so unsure, do you agree?

Then there is still the point,
Of if you want to be friends again.
I can just see that this whole thing will disappoint.
Is this a figment of my imagination, or dose some part of our friendship remain?

Well my answer still continues to stand.
Until, you wish to say different.
The key is still in my hand.
But, wether you chose to be friends or not, I’m indifferent.

That simple question.
The confusing answer.
This here is my confession.
I’m a liar I’m not indifferent, I care about you even though you’re my cancer.

You have become my undoing.
Every time around.
I don’t know why I find this worthy of pursuing.
But like I said you are my cancer, you bring me crashing down to the ground.