I guess it was just dis­dain,

Loud and clear, strong, true and plain,

That we felt for each other

The first time when I met her:

I was tough and harsh-spea­king,

She was cold, kind of haugh­ty.

My friends said she was pret­ty,

And I snee­red : “Oh, real­ly?!”

Since her world was also mine,

We would meet from time to time;

We had some friends in com­mon,

So, the same conver­sa­tions.

Within months, we grew clo­ser,

I star­ted to fell for her;

And some­times, she smi­led to me,

and I hoped: “Could it be?”

A few times, alone we met,

Had a drink and tal­ked so late;

And though it was dark at night,

When she lau­ghed, the world tur­ned bright.

Yet, when you’re atop Eve­rest,

Going down is all path left;

She drif­ted apart slow­ly

And I cry: “Where is she?”

(06/11)