Shame On You Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

shame on you

I was about eighteen when meeting the girl of my life,
she lived in the outer town and both her parents had office work
which back then was regarded as a posh position.
We met often walked in the park, and we kissed chastely hold
hands, this was love.
It was a pleasant Saturday even when she came she scented
of wild roses how beautiful she was, we went to a restaurant
we sat there as long as we could, it worried me to take her home
I lived in my mothers tiny flat.
There was no welcome. My mother stayed in her bedroom
I told the girl she wasn´t well.
We sat on the sofa the one I used as a bed, as it was chilly we
sat covered in a blanket until we both fell asleep.
There was no bathroom, only cold water from the tap in
the kitchen, and we walked to town to the railway station where
she had a wash and the rest.
We didn't speak about the night spent together, sat silently
on a bench, waited for the train to take her home.
When she boarded the train, there was no talk of meeting again,
only a short goodbye and she was out of my life.