In a distant call more and more you wish to knowabout more and more people closed in a frame old
of forgotten time and place where we together lived.
My replies as if instead reaching to your ears
come back to hit my mind soon loudly resonating.
Now I hear you speak less about certainty of changes
occurring in life as I visualize those days rushing
right before my eyes for a moment flashing alive.
Politely narrating my limitations and constraints as if
I am trying to convince not you but my own inner self
that I am the last person to be blamed for the breach
realizing my words constantly pinning my conscience.
Instantly I visualize numerous rifts in the relation plane
which I could easily refill with little efforts in time.
Trying to fill those gaps with clever words now I feel
There are more cracks in my heart filled with sadness.