You picked me up at the train station with a red rosebud.
I was arriving from Schönefeld airport with my carry-on bag.
I was a bit angry because you were late, I decided to forgive you.
Since we haven’t met since Copenhagen, where a few months before we were on a date,
I was longing for your voice, your touch, and your embrace.
We had plans to visit Berlin, Potsdam, the streets, and the Brandenburg Gate.
All I remember was grapeseed oil massage, Sanssoucis Palace visited twice,
How divine were the evenings, with the breeze through the window open ajar?
Despite the heat of summer through concrete fuming hot,
We once took a boat trip with our Indian friend after a Starbucks espresso shot.