One day, a young boy asked his mom.
“Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m a woman” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will, but that’s okay.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mom seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry finally, he put in a call to God.
When God got back to him, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God answered, “When I made women, I decided she had to be special.
Last time, your silence had broken me
this time, you broke the silence.
"I have to go, he would be waiting."
"Ah, sure. I hope we meet again…
somehow, somewhere"
We parted our ways again,
but with a goodbye and smile,
oh really?
We could have talked,
about our lives without each other,
or rather about..
how you landed in this city again.
or rather about..
old buddies and good old times.
No, not really..
how can we become so casual,
after all that had happened.
But we could have said something else
on weather, winds, sun, countries…
Thousands of things
people talk about
when they have nothing
to say to each other.
But we went away,
We were ashamed
of surviving without each other
for all these goddamn years
