Silent Refusal

: Who keeps track of what the heart feels, tell me?
I come only when need drives me.
: Then what's the use of all this accounting? What's the use of wanting your love?

You've become so foolish—
what does it matter?
And yet you know,
when I see you in pain...
even now, it cuts so deep.

: I don't want to understand. All that nonsense...
Do you think showing these emotions
can keep the person you love bound to you?
That's cheap talk, pointless words...
at least not with me—
it annoys me terribly.

You said so much before...
"I don't want to be the reason for your irritation";
then go...
why don't you leave?

: I'm not the kind of person who leaves in a huff with you;
but...
when you speak like that,
my craving to hold onto you
only grows stronger.
Tell me, has the raw force of my love never touched you?
I want to go, and go I must—
today or tomorrow.

: You don't even think about me that much...
: I know. I understand it all—the scarcity of time?

One day, someday,
you'll miss me terribly, you know!
This moment will surely come, I'm certain of it.

: You've gone mad, absolutely mad.
: Perhaps. Take care of yourself.