summer 83 & peaches

crema

still in the same morning, 
i offered to guide you to crema.
it was our first time alone, 
and we even had a conversation. 

in the white table outside, 
we had two cups of juice, 
you'd ask me some questions, 
while i pretended not to care. 

there, we only waited summer to end, 
but surprisingly it was different in 1983,
as all i wanted was time to stop, 
so we'd never say goodbye. 

i noticed we had something in common.
you and i were jew,
but you were proud and wore the necklace, 
while i had it saved in my wardrobe. 

you didn't care if people judged you, 
that's why you seemed so unreachable.
i never thought you could look at me, 
the way you ended up to.