Chasing a lost cause

Maybe it should have been given up when the friendship turned sour.
Even if it was a disillusion right from the get-go, but it did give hope, which was worth clinging on to, worth looking forward to it, worth fighting for.

Somehow one day we might just sit down on a dinner table during a quiet evening flanked by fellow diners and lament how much we have aged, and if I have a new 'dad' or you have a new 'daughter-in-law'.

I may have made that social faux pas, but on hindsight, it was for the greater good that I did. At least I was remembered for it.