I just don't know who's to blame
I close my eyes and wait a bit
Just who is playing a game?
Sing your songs, write poems for me
As we waste our lives away
Let's smoke those Gauloise cigarettes
For nothing will be the same
I saw that you've bleached your hair
Whilst I have grown my fine beard
We're just dancing our lives away
Only me and you to blame
Where did you go my sweet love
On that Paris day in Spring
When it was five, dizzy I woke
You never answered your name
I waited so long in the flat
And fearing the worst of course
Humiliation seeped through my bones
For I had lost the endgame
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Love and loss in Paris makes for a romantic poem! Cool photo, too.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intense write you told the story perfectly
ReplyDeleteVery sad to experience such a loss, Robin.
ReplyDeleteSuch an eloquent write, Robin! 💖💖
ReplyDeleteTo be forgotten by someone one values can leave a heart feeling all sorts of hurt and humiliation, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis is like a French movie...enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteI love "dancing our lives away" - both celebration and loss.
ReplyDeleteI love that last line. I love it all. Paris is definitely a place where love can be found, then lost.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad end. Questions of blame don't matter any more.
ReplyDeleteLove the little stories you put together so lyrically, Robin. The Paris backdrop, to this one, is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThere's no better setting for romance than Paris.
ReplyDeleteBut you will always have Paris, won't you.. as the Casablanca quote goes :)
ReplyDeletePast and present are blurring together. What's it all about, Alfie?
ReplyDeletealways a delight to read your love verses, Robin.
ReplyDeletethis looks like a romance tale that had somehow derailed. but ditch those Gauloise cigarettes, they are much more evil than their Yank or Brit cousins.
A sad ending. Nicely penned.
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