Narrative Poem

After researching various types of poetry, I decided to attempt writing a narrative poem. A narrative poem does exactly what is sounds like, it tells a story. To push myself a little bit further, I also tried to make this one rhyme. I am starting to feel a little more confident about this whole poetry thing...

The Spat

Listening to footsteps die, I expelled a sigh
And thought to myself, “Why”?
I cannot possibly see, how there should be,
A lasting friendship between you and me.

Once two peas from one pod,
Now were as different as strangers, how odd!

Shared roots may possibly be moot,
After demanding that you should scoot!
Memories of yesteryear, I hold dear,
Yet, no new ones will be made, I fear.

Cherished times heretofore passed,
Might assuredly have to be made to last.

Our shared dream, it does seem,
Has been frittered away by a hasty scream.
This most ugly tear, I am quite aware
Results from words hurled without care.

I thought about the phone
and leaving a message before you get home.

My mood black, after such a blistering attack
I picked up it and then put it right back.
A tactless approach for such a subject to broach,
Would likely lead to reproach.

What exactly was it
That led to this hostile split?

I must confess that the whole mess
Was nothing more than a reaction to stress.
An unceremonious ousting and two individuals grousing
All started with friendly verbal jousting.

As I sat contemplating my next move
I knew that mother would disapprove.

How do you win, fighting with kin
Especially when its’ your own twin?
Impossible it would seem, to reign supreme
When someone knows you in the extreme.

Knocking interrupted my daydreaming
And abated tears I didn’t know were streaming.

Hurrying across the floor and reaching the door,
I hoped to encounter someone I adore.
To my glee, I did see
Someone who looked exactly like me.

“Don’t worry” she said, “it was just a small spat”,
And thankfully that was that!