You are with hér, but
with my eyes closed
I feel your warmth

in the seat next to me
and not the pain of being
not good enough for you

softer the light falls
on our years, spreading
into the future

I'm dining with a friend
she has gone through it
and says that I'm great

sweet and nice and too good
for men, they are not like us
which unfortunately is so attractive

I don't dare to stay with her
for the night, to lie against her
but she knows what I need