Could We Just?

Years have passed since your or I were running through our childhood tears and screams and longings. I suppose the tinkling sounds of laughter and joy that once seemed attainable have lost their approachability, and when we scream words of unnecessary hate towards each other, we forget the dreams and hopefulness that we once had. I guess if I could always view you as a boy whose heart had been broken from the moment he was born, then maybe I could be compassionate, but instead I see a man whose vices create anger and sadness inside me. I guess life does create us. I imagine if we had met as five year olds. Both nervous for our first day of kindergarten. Would you still be the horrendous dick that you are now? Would you call me a whore and tell me that I was fat? Would I scream at you and tell you how selfish and controlling you were? Would I be angry that you were trying to manipulate me into doing what you want? Probably not. If we could see each other from the light of five year olds, maybe this divorce wouldn’t be as painful, and maybe we could just play on different sides of the playground. Maybe we could just move on?