You were my lover, now my friend.
It's a hard thing to just pretend.
Stress and life are what was in common.
Only we never shared middle ground.
Memories are at a high cost.
The doors we hide behind
always kept us lost.
Maybe this could have been more
then a onetime affair.
Somehow deep in my heart
I should have seen this from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem