seeing you
in the
early morning
always
makes me grateful
that i
stood up

it is
so much easier
to talk
to him

since
i don't care
anymore
if he feels
something
for me

why
do i
always
fall for
the taken ones?

my feelings
are not
that strong
anymore

but, well...

let's see
what changes
when
i see you
again

i barely knew
your name

but the way
you moved
and
sang along
with me

on this bench
in the rhythm
of the music

immediately
made me
like you

you just pulled
me onto this bench
and
made me dance
with you

and with time
and lack of space
we got closer


we got so close
that i had to
hold you
by the waist
so you wouldn't
fall off

remember when
you nearly fell
off the bench
because someone
pushed you?

remember how
i slang an arm
around your waist
so you wouldn't fall?

remember how
you stared into my eyes
smiled and thanked me?


well,
in that moment
i'd have loved
to kiss you
but instead
i just
smiled back
and continued
to dance
with you

as much as i
loved dancing
with you

i also loved
the talk
on the bench
by the lake
and
the talk
in this little bar
when everyone else
was already
asleep

so much happened
in that night
i don't know
where to start
or what to feel

the way
my arm rested
on your shoulders

the way
you looked
at me

and the way
we talked
about everything

could have made
one believe
we are close friends
maybe even more


but we were
just two drunken
looking for closeness
secureness and
a friend in the night
when
everyone else
was already
asleep