“You thought that…. I did not shelter…

gratitude of values that to remember..

magnitude of vision that to harbor…

fortitude of act that to honour…

you thought that….. I missed it all…

in my arrogance and quarrel…

only bitterness that would endure…

but… I picked it up all residual….

Of memory that lapsed without perusal..

Of shadow that disappeared without the factual…

and

I heard the echo of sedimented time

To see you again eye to eye…”