Is distance your only excuse?
Years have passed,
You still haven't visited,
And now I don't even remember your face.

Time and Time again,
You claim to miss us.
"I'm too busy"
"The flight ticket is too expensive"
"I don't have a vacation now..."
Seem to be your only reasonings.

Your voice, in my memory,
Is now only heard through the static of a phone call.
I don't remember what your personality is like,
Or why you made me laugh at all.

Who are you?
Do I even know you anymore?
Your excuses are all I remember now.

– Maya Desdemona