A Chance Meeting (of Friends?)

I see you again.
My words run thin:
I don’t quite know what to say.
My blood becomes still
Against my will.
My colors turn rapidly gray.
Expecting the worst,
I fear I’m cursed,
Afraid to look at your face.
I know you won’t hate,
Yet still I wait.
(I feel so alone in this place.)
But I make the choice
For right or wrong.
So here, I’ll say something nice.
I drop the mask down;
I leave the frown.
I won’t hold onto my rights.
So bridge the gap,
Your shoulder tap;
Let’s start our friendship anew.
Though not same in life,
As friends, through strife,
As sister in Christ I love you.