Its amazing this self of yours
that I seldom get to see.
Those years we spent in idle hours
were passed from you and me
as if we cared less about each other.
Happy indulgence and carelessness
became our common brother;
(at least in my selfishness)
I failed to see that your thoughts
are as real and as many as mine.
Now that I see these common knots
that hold us in one line,
What happens now, will you forgive me?
Or will you keep the same silence that I've always failed to see?
8th August 1999