Reunion

We were lovers once in Paris:

the city of lights and love

and promises sans thought.

No holds barred down the Rue des Barres,

we counted cobblestones like stars

and when I kissed your lips

we clinked our teeth

and promised on Point Zero,

to Paris, not adieu but au revoir,

and to each other, toujours.

We were lovers once in Paris,

but we will not return.

Though you and I might walk the streets,

never together, and not forever.

I miss the places that you’ve been,

the déjà vécu, or perhaps déjà voulu.

Paris, France is still Paris, France,

but that city was another dream

for an other-me and an other-you.

To that life, adieu.