On Saturdays he goes to the park
sits on his bench
always reads the same book
His face is gray from waiting
and his eyes are so dull
and he is since alone for ages
I'm sitting here at the window
and I'm watching you
for a long time
I wish
that you would look here
give me a laugh
But you are going - over
Finally I find some courage
I set off
Wait for him for hours
But he never comes here again
I feel it exactly
Feel a knife stab in the heart
I'm no longer sitting at the window
But I see you
for a long time to come
I was still
there you Here you see
Give me a smile
But that will never be
On Saturdays I go to the park
Go to his place
Put down a rose
Sad looks the rose
on the old bench
Smile at her
and go home

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