.
I loved her
the beautiful one who slipped away
sometimes I still remember
when I walk through the city
and another woman
smells of her perfume
I fell at your feet back then
and gave you my heart
because I loved you
and because I sensed
that you, too, loved —
but not so much me
rather the exhilarating feelings of love
When I left
she fell at my feet
but again, it wasn't love
but the fear of being alone
.