Paris

I’m here.  I made it.  
To the top of the Eiffel Tower.
The only thing missing is – her.
I have all the memories
Of our time together 
And of me giving her my pink sweater
But I have nothing of her, nothing of hers
But this view 
Of the place she loved to visit many times
And the times she transported me to this ville
While we spoke on the telephone 
Where is she now?
My heart can only imagine
She’s somewhere without me
Enjoying the views of the world she is no doubt traversing
She was always a traveler, that one
She pulled me out of my shell
When all I wanted to do was live inside it
She taught me how to be spontaneous
And spontaneous, we were, together
I’ve lived many a beautiful night since we last spoke 
I do miss her
But I know parting was for the better
I’m not looking for anyone, but me
But I wish she were here with me
So that I can finally tell her
That I’m here witnessing the city that she always wanted me to see
Paris