"You told me you were looking at rings."
(My mind is somewhere else than yours, completely)
You have a way of making me feel ashamed for feeling too much,
But I remember us--both of us sitting
In a bathtub in Pankow, Berlin
And I laid you on the wooden floor,
And you were the vulnerable one then.
Hovering over you--and our disagreements.
I could have argued with you forever,
But you decided to leave.