and I never knew how much

Those are the nights.

Those are the nights
I feel you're missing

I miss the cosiness, I think
There could be

This little
Smile with hazy eyes
  I call love

The kissing and the sudden
  Loss of gravity
     Of connection to reality

       Of time ...

I miss this although I hardly got a taste.

I do.


  1. Als sei eine Nadel in eine Wunde gefallen. Du schreibst leise und tief. Danke.