I stay dreaming… daydreaming
zoning, refocusing, imagining,
Paris on a clear summer night.
Sweet gardenias fill the air and
people around would stop and stare, care, desire to bare-
the concerns that pass between you and I.
Hand in hand, electricity as we stand, in a world full of masks.
I thought this would pass but even paradise can’t erase the past.
If only it was raining, then maybe romance would fuel forgiveness,
but the restoration we seek can’t be found in the weather.
My perfect dream becomes another perfect nightmare,
as I realize that reality burnt that bridge of us together.
Parisian perfection sadly cannot perfect what appeared to be a perfect partnership.
I guess that ship has sailed… oh well,
we will forever have our day dreams.
©Simone Holloway, 2017