She was my friend, too
She knew what to tell you when
without reason you were against me.
No, I'm not hiding that I
sometimes was a little troubled by her
Maybe I wanted her.
But there you were in my life
I had unconditionally chosen you
Your transparent and obstinate naivety,
the recklessness of our age.
But I imagined that looking at her,
fearing perhaps her confronting in you
would wake up the woman that you are
What I liked about her
I had hoped would flow into you.
You know, it was the abyss for me
The evening you said "go away",
you were more calm than ever.
But then what hurt me more
was when I asked: "But why, for whom?"
I looked at you behind your smile, she was there
In silence I looked at you both
That which you want, but never this.