For hours we often spoke
Weren’t those days sweetest
Nothing stopped me from reaching you
Oh, my friend, my dearest.

But little did I know then
That time would soon turn so sour
That our closeness would evaporate
And distances would grow far.

You slowly found less time to meet
So we chatted on phone instead
But in months it rang seldom too,
All my texts went unread.

Our dialogue stalled, gradually,
Our conversation faded away
No more philosophical discourses
Or casual how-was-your-day.

Well, I understand you got real busy
And I didn’t really have a complaint
So I kept trying to get in touch
As old habits I couldn’t restrain.

But your silence is often long,
So long that it seems perpetual
Helplessness overcomes me, at times,
How these times seem cruel!

But, so be it, says my heart today,
It has quite some time been,
Let me wait for my phone to ring
with your name on the screen.

There will be a surprise, I am hopeful,
A news will one day come, I am sure,
And until that moment arrives
I’ll reminisce times of yore.

I blame you not for the silence, Oh dear friend,
And angry I am not certainly
Just a little disappointed that
You have little time for me.

Oh, behold, lonesome me,
Solitary smile of the twilight sun;
Have you wondered how it would be
To stand steadfast as you burn?

Never asks the star’s soul
To be loved by those it lights
Spending time on its own
Chasing away darkness it fights.

Oh, learn from it, lonesome me,
Never depend on others’ mercy
To lighten up your spirits gloomy
And confer you with blissful glee.