Amidst the bustling metropolis, there is a night of silence that stays within me.
There is a silent prayer for a sweet serenity. There are questions I ask yet I have fears to hear the answer.
- Do you still love me?
- Do you miss me the way I miss you?
- Do you still have faith in me?
It’s been too long that we talk yet we fail to communicate. Is this the space we’ve been looking for? Is this the chance we talked about?
To keep on saying, “I’m so sorry” is an arrogance. Now, I won’t say that. But to hear nothing about what you feel on my deception to you and your family seems to be a silent attack. I think in other way, you may have been silent because you have accepted me as I am.
I have fears. Yes, I’m afraid, that’s why I’ve been too silent. I am also afraid with your silence.