Through time and distances
and in your case other arms,
we have become strangers,
strangers who politely refuse
to acknowledge each other.
I would have not ended this,
would not have betrayed you,
would not have strayed from you,
would not have left you at all.
So so many memories flow
and flood the solitude of hours,
I have nothing else to tell you,
you may have chosen well,
you may have chosen badly,
I care not now, you have chosen.
And in the crossroads of life,
I go on, placing my love for you
in the memories of yesterday.