i know you care for me,
and you know i care for you.
but sometimes things just don't work out.

i know you understand,
and you know i understand.
but i guess sometimes,
we choose not to accept it.

sometimes i want to let you know
to show you
how much i love you
but things get in the way

lifestyles way too caught up in individualism,
sapped of energy and time.

i want to hear you out,
to share your pains, your joys.
and i know you want to partake in mine too.
but the mood for such is absent.

i know someday,
things will work out.
but for now,
i'm sorry.

silence speaks;
i'm sorry.