ParisMorning

There’s this one 
song which reminds 
me of you 
you and me 
when in Paris 
on a cold 
morning pulled together 
just enough money 
to buy just 
one espresso and 
one chocolate croissant 
and we shared
both of them 
huddled closely together 
next to the 
Seine and under 
that one tiny 
red striped awning 
naming the place 
but like the 
song and place 
I cannot remember 
their names but 
who and what 
and where then
I’ll always remember 
that soggy simple
silly Paris morning