Our love was
theatre
We could write about it all
and never find an ending
You found the best in me
And I saw the worst in you
I can't remember the reason
for the angry words
and the painful seasons
anymore
Time healed
and time killed
I could have asked you
Perhaps.
What if.
But I forgot.
It was strange again
after all these years
After all we've packed them away
into little boxes
into little storerooms.
But I didn't recognize you anymore
Time healed
and time killed
But there were whispers
and glimpses of gold
Faint traces--
--of soft skin
--of familiar
eyessmiles
crystal sunshines--
I had to go
You had to leave
Still I couldn't quite
say goodbye
But we did.
I have more answers than questions now
And we don't have Paris anymore
But if you meet me
somewhere along cobbled streets
I promise I'll say hello
And if it's still me
I promise we'll have tea.
. Arigato .
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