His Eyes Were Soft
We sat close to each other facing the lake,
Only the table stood between us.
His eyes seemed familiar to me,
As though we met in another time…
I looked for a glimpse of their strength from the past
But today they were soft.
I looked straight into his eye
And he lowered his lashes.
He twisted his fingers, until, he finally blurted:
“My father was (in the past) an S.S. officer.
His eyes were asking for forgiveness
And tears were running from them today.
My eyes asked questions
That could not be answered.
Hurting we sat together – drinking silently
And only the coffee stood between us.
Urfeld, October, 1995