Strike Or Foul

A fake smile,
With a blank stare.
A silent answer,
Neither can bare.

A friendship paused,
Or perhaps stopped.
In a locked room,
All exits blocked.

One escape door,
That can be opened.
Leads friend 1 out,
With words still unspoken.

Friend 2 waits behind,
Thinking of the past.
When the friendship,
Wasn't such a task.

By the end of the night,
Friends will go one way.
Either they walk together,
Or friendship ends today.

Life determined by,
The words that leave mouths.
Later tonight it's,
Strike .. Or foul.