This one life

Messages

Let me see through your eyes
Where there is so much life
We are biding our time
For these myths to unwind
These changes we will confront

"Messages", Xavier Rudd

It is well past eleven when we finally get up. We have agreed to stay in touch and she has pointed out the fact that she needs to be at Munich main station by midnight in order to catch the last train to Augsburg, so she really needs to leave now.

I cannot believe that we have spent more than an hour talking, and if I am perfectly honest with myself, I am somewhat reluctant to let her go. Nevertheless, I do not want to make her feel uncomfortable again by offering to drive her to the station, and I really feel that there have been enough awkward situations for tonight. So I decide to save myself the embarrassment and only offer to show her the way back outside. The concert hall is almost deserted by now, only a few crew members are still wrapping up equipment and a janitor is already putting the finishing touches to the aisles of seats. At the front door, we both stop and turn towards one other.

„Komm' gut nach Hause", I say and she smiles her compelling smile.

„Vermutlich sollte ich eine Polizeieskorte bestellen", she says and winks.

„Mit der kostbaren Fracht, die ich nun bei mir trage..."

She looks down at the guitar case in her left hand and I laugh out loud.

"Yeah, right...." She only raises an eyebrow to show that she wasn't joking, but I ignore her.

„Ich würde mich freuen, wenn wir uns demnächst mal wieder sehen", I say a lot more seriously and she swallows hard. „Du musst mir dann unbedingt erzählen, wie du die Graham Norton Show findest", I add quickly to understate my last sentence.

I tend to forget that she has a certain weakness for me, so I need to make sure I do not raise her hopes. Or don't I? I am utterly confused and decide to take up this issue after a good night's sleep. We hug a bit clumsily since she holds on to her new guitar case, and then she is out of the door and disappears into the night.

After a few seconds, I turn back around and start walking back to my dressing room. It's time to pack up my things and leave.

It is well past midnight when I get back home, and I decide to leave my belongings in the car and unpack in the morning. However, there is one thing I still want to do, and as I kick my shoes into a corner of the hallway, I pull out Jasmin's card from the rear pocket of my Jeans. She gave it to me before she left and I haven't really looked at it yet.