I should wake up in the night
and take a long walk.
I should let my look meet other eyes
in a foreign city.
I should not be in such a hurry
to meet someone new.
I have pretty much with myself,
just like you.
I should breathe in the empty space that was left,
if you left me now.
I should sit on a train to Paris
and let Stockholm be.
I should have the time for myself,
which I have said I would have.
I should allow myself to dream
1000 km through Europe
about a stranger
as trustworthy as you.
I should try my lips against someone else's,
if you left me now.
I should be able to live without that look
that gets me out of balance.
I should miss the moment that we have
when we in the end have made up for it.
I should perhaps look up
contacts that I have lost,
that I have been with
before somewhere.
I suppose there would be someone you would call,
if I didn't exist.
I should perhaps search for someone younger,
like feathers in a hat.
It should be to empty if nobody was there
to warm me in the night.
But I should never have enough patience
to be understood.
Nobody knows me
as well as you.
I should be stuck in the loneliness again,
if you left me now.