poetry index | back | next



paris...

we'll always have paris
he said.
i hadn't met him yet.
though his eyes
said
we had.
i've known him
(forever)
just about
two weeks
his laugh
rings
in my ears
my heart
feels the
beat
of his
i can't
stop
thinking of him.
i won't forget
the little
parisian cafe
and what he said
to me
under the eiffel tower
before we met.


-epb

poetry index | back | next

 

 

 
copyright 2000/2001 gigglechick.com all rights reserved