Daily Prompt – Sidewalk
The city of lights. Paris in spring was our favorite time. Strolling arm in arm along the Seine. Sipping cappuccino at a sidewalk café. Spending hours perusing the finest art in the world. And the romantic nights when the city came to life with light and love. Paris without you is just a maze of streets. It’s lost the romantic mood of days past. The Eiffel Tower is just a hunk of metal. The Arc de Triomphe is just a piece of concrete. Even Mona Lisa’s smile mocks me. I sip the last of my Sancerre from the stemmed glass and take a final look around our favorite restaurant. A single tear escapes and slides down my cheek, but I don’t bother wiping it away. I step out onto the sidewalk and pull my scarf tighter around my neck, bracing myself against the chilly winter air. It seems fitting leaving you behind now, when everything is dead, before spring arrives with the promise of a new day.
3 thoughts on “Final Goodbye”
wow! This is wonderful!
Reblogged this on Sascha Darlington's Microcosm Explored and commented:
Today’s reblog, Final Goodbye, is from Susan Jarreau. Final Goodbye is achingly beautiful. Check out her blog!
Paris will always be there, but it will never be the same one we once knew When We were in love and it was springtime… How well you reflected that. Thank you!
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