Do you think that love is waiting
Do you think that someone’s there
There are only the hounds retreating
There is only a ghost going up the stairs
Now all the cafès are empty
Now all the waitresses have faded
There’s no one to take your order
There’s no rendezvous that’s fated
You can pack your last suitcase
You can catch the last train
Because baby no one’s waiting
Either for your love
Or even
Your angry fists of pain
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
