I thought that I would be the first one to call you,
But you surprised me.
How sweet it was to hear your voice,
Void of any bitter malice.

We met up for old times' sake;
I waited for you outside the cafe
That we frequented during those
Days of blissful ignorance.

Your eyes met mine
And your face lit up,
There was a little sadness in your smile
And now, you had an unfamiliar maturity around you.

I met you when you were a girl of four
Dressed in a kimono, sporting two little buns.
Now, you were a grown woman of twenty and I was twenty-one;
Now, we were mending the glass that I had broken carelessly.

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