Even Once.

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.


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