#544 On Things That Remain Unsaid

Seventy years old today:
I thought of sending you a text
To wish you Happy Birthday
A small gesture of kindness

But that moment passed
Just that one second
Because I realised
That I don't really know you
And you never really wanted to know me

So things will remain unsaid
Because you were never interested in listening
And I have given up trying. 

(This is my way of asking for God's forgiveness. No, not yours. It is you who need to seek mine.)