Sometimes I wonder
If I had every meal
On time
And ate a lot
Or what you think is enough
Would there be anything
For you to ask off me.
I suppose it's just that
We don't know each other
Well enough.
Sure, it's been two decades
But
So what.
That doesn't mean a thing.
I suppose the fault's not entirely yours either.
Ah no... it's not you.
It's we.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem