It started so well -
a certain recognition
of pain and the promise
of a helping hand
a Happy Ending
of maturity
and we gave each other
what our home should have been
when we were young
But it didn't stay private
not just between the two of us
our love too
became to be a civil status
which makes everything concrete
more than an act, love act
more concrete than mutual
understanding, and you, you!
don't understand that!
he cried, helpless
and little and unfoldable
and pulling faces
which wordlessly utter curses
because of something from the past
that he would like
to prove, something
with which fate did not help him
something I should wait for