An ode to Paris

I cried.

I cried even more because I knew my tears won’t resurrect a life

and then I finished and fought my own thoughts.

Two things. Either I moved on or I refused to deal with

loved ones who had set their sails far from memory’s bay,

as their eyes closed,

never to open again.


24 thoughts on “An ode to Paris

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