Confession

When I get tired of walking, I can just sit down and rest. Looking all around, I etched it into my memory, so I felt relieved, thinking it was enough. I thought about it, asked again, and thought about it again, but I overcame that hurdle. And seeing your smile in front of me, I smiled a lot too. But, what happened? What is this hesitation, and what is this lingering feeling? Haa I guess I was saving it up. The words I wanted to say to you, the moments I planned to see you, the pieces of promises I intended to keep, all became pointless dust, and only then did I realize. Haa It was all a lie that couldn't even be an excuse.