'We're not friends',
said the man next to me,
'We just share a common enemy'

Hard to ignore this character,
sitting so tight next to each other,
while he continued his story :

'At least a letter has the slightest
chance of getting answered.
The subjects of our poems however ;
they just don't bother.
So welcome to the waiting room for the
unwanted'.

Then he suddenly stood up
and left me.
Stroke I was by his words,
poundering whole day about what I had heard

Did my feelings crash me into oblivion?
Like a party balloon : colourful and fun,
but filled with wasted helium

Still, even when this all was just a dream,
I'm happy that it once had begun.

Turning to the neighbour next to me,
I hear my self saying :
'Did you know we share a common enemy ?'