Éclairs
Location
I'm doing better
She says she hears it
In the sound of my voice
And I wonder if she hears
You in there too
The worst thing you can say
To someone who hasn't let go
Is what I said a week ago
The thing is I love you...
Just not like I used to
The bad thing about being a poet is
Wanting all our relationships to fall
Into the mold of a fairy tale
Attempting to live a heightened existence,
That very well,
Might not live up to the romanticism
The truth is I've been in love once
If I close my eyes and let down my guard
I'm overwhelmed
As much as I would like to think I've forgotten
The heart reminds me that it does not forget
I can still see the memory of the trip we planned to take to Paris
And it's a damn shame when your memories
Are only half your creation
I know you still hold the other half of them
Or at least
I'd like to think you do
The future she planted took up the totality of my present
We coexisted together
We created worlds together
And in my mind
I was a god and she was a goddess
But to the fill the empty memories inside my heart
I told you I loved you
Because no one wants to eat
Éclairs in the Parisian moonlight alone
