still life – with a French twist

crowded in Paris
     on a street with no end,
I tried to find you

you disappeared from sight
before I had a chance to
     glance up

I thought maybe –
          you followed me into that little

but from my view at the table in the corner
          I was alone
(except for the myriad of strangers
who I couldn’t understand and who
      didn’t care…)

and the food was great

but I spent so much time
   with my head down,
             poring over the
            strange items on the menu…
that I wonder if you walked by the window

and I missed you.

Maybe I always will.



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