when the deeper calls connect to an outer layer of a shell
we start listening the voiced
whcih we had not heard for so long
complaints about neglect,
yawns of yesteryears
when effortlessly i tried to tell
but then when you were busy
nurturing the garden,
i was busy
dispersing the seeds
neither seeds grew
or garden remained intact
today we stand at the edge of the garden
laughing and remembering
how nice it would have been
if the late train had not let me board it
and thus lose track of the moments
which we both miss today
also today