Last orders

There was a void like...

Trafficked trees                         
Only seconds with the dying sun 
Monday owning her Sunday best
A double bed on its last legs,
(just a commodity for selling sex)
A bus routine with the blankest of faces
Another day with a bare lake, a weekly window gone...
Memories fading from the age I was someone
Old friends flying to unfamiliar places (to meet new ones)

Just a few passing thoughts as they call last orders.

 

Paris for us

We did Paris and I got sick.

I just about made it from a day in bed to the bistro next door. 

I ordered dry fettuccine and the waiter met me_with a blank face_ 

She bought fashion magazines but wanted the Louvre - 

Flicked through TV channels but needed subtitles. 

And   when   I  was  able, we walked by the Seine. 

Traced the citrus notes over the waves

. and then hung on to the railings. 

We walked until the blisters on my feet were like radishes. 

Gave a begging man, freshly squeezed orange juice and a block of dark chocolate. 

He.kissed.the.air.  

We made it to the Eiffel tower but didn't have the money to go up or even to buy one from a suitcase. 

And so we broke bread on the grass and watched. 

That was Paris for us.