Paris

Everything Changes.
I quietly whispered to myself as I gazed over the world in an unfamiliar way.
The air shifts and I suddenly remember the altitude at which I’m standing.
I marvelled at the beautiful City of Love for one last frozen second,
“May I stand here,”
A deep, familiar voice engulfed my ears with flames of memories that ignited an inner fire.
I suddenly forget my fear of heights and feel grounded like an old tree root metres deep.
Slowly, I turned, chin first, eyes second and my eyes connected with his.
“Yes, Please Do,”
I finally answered in my shy, mellow tone.
He came closer to me and leaned elegantly over the rail, our eyes still aligned.
Perhaps he was reading my thoughts, the way he used to.
Maybe he shared the same pain I’ve been hiding within me these past few years he’s been gone,
Maybe he knew
The Truth that was buried inside me with compounded frustration and pain.
My love for him never expired.
It was crisp and still new.
That was one thing that never changed.
For a few moments we stood looking over the old bridges and canals of the beautiful city.
From the corner of my eye I could see him exchanging small smiles.
I used to love those smiles.
They told me a thousand secrets.
He was my Mona Lisa.
Oh Paris, you never change.