I never got to know you in this all real world,
where one breathe, eat, shit and pay the rent.
But still, it was meant to be, you and me. Yet
your demanding impatience (as I saw it) and
my lack of understanding (as you saw it) has
stifled which grew to now entombed desires.
A question mark is placed alike a grave cross
over our buried and lost hope: a realized love.
Now I’ve to move on once again, yet it’s hard
as I feel miserable over myself, believing I’ve
for the most got into love affairs to flee from
loneliness and failed with both loving and to
bond with others. Placed in the world, no one
around to talk to: loser from youth to old age,
a gloom now ever to be until my lonely death.