I hurt you

And I didn't think we were right

And I was too afraid

To say what I meant

So I let you wait

And I let you weep

And I did so much wrong

Because of something I could never understand

And if you had been a year older, maybe six months

We would have been able to talk

On the same level

And to go for a drink

Instead of sitting

In the dark, deserted brass rubbing centre

Fumbling and shivering

Because we were cold.

I think that you could have been

So good for me

And I,

So good for you

If I had been less terrified

Of everything

And if we had been

A little closer in our age.

I did not only shiver because I was cold.