we'll never have Paris.
I'll have
another bourbon
straight up.
don't let my glass
go empty
if you know what's good for you.
are my eyes really brown?
I haven't seen them
since they were reflected in yours
not an easy day to forget
the sky was grey and you wore blue.
we were so in love
with that song
we missed our exit
and drove into a place
that wasn't on the map.
is that cannon fire
or did my ulcer
just press the panic button?
the last train
is leaving the station
but I'm staying put
after all
I've only taken two sips of my drink.
I ran with you once
I couldn't bare to do it again.
here's looking beyond you, kid.

Paul David Mena
1 December, 1996
Acton, MA

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