I looked at him
and I saw too much
he bend, he sat, he talked
I felt confused
a mix of I need to have him
and I fear to have him
I wanted to tell him
what I felt then but
it´s so confusing even now
it´s too intense
I don not know him
only time can tell
perhaps he is crazy
perhaps I am the crazy one.
I have a wobbly bookcase
that always will remind me.
