Even once,
A call didn’t come.
Even once,
Not a single letter arrived.
Even once,
Did you think of me?
Well the fact is,
Why would you?
I don’t know you.
And neither do you.
Oh! The letters are fine.
It’s alright.
A letter is a letter,
But when it does come,
The same old apprehension comes back,
And if it’s something good,
Then it’s those happy and good times,
Back again.
Be happy.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 