these streets are slick with once upon a time,
with yesterday, the only thing we share.
chill winds blow high across the river seine
the lonely saxophone like a child's prayer,
long nights not long enough to dream you home.
i don't know why i thought i heard your heart.
i cannot seem to travel for enough
from love that clung but somehow lost its grip.
across the alps the snowcaps sigh your name
the wonder of your love slips out of view.
blackest waters carry all my sorrows,
tomorrow without you too hard to bear.
your eulogy lies on my lips unsaid
a posey placed is unseen by the dead.
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