Latest Forum Posts:


Paris Will Never Be The Same

Paris Will Never Be The Same

More of a lost love poem than a love poem...where is Paris anyway?
I returned to Paris as in days gone by,
Now that I’m here, I’m not sure why,
For the city that once felt like home,
Is a joyless place when you’re alone.

I can’t help but recall the older days,
Of sipping wine in corner cafes,
Romantic dinners by candle light,
That lasted well into the night.

The walks along the river Seine,
Huddled together against the rain,
Hand in hand we’d stroll the street,
Stealing kisses, so discrete.

Now as I walk along the avenue,
I think about the times with you,
But the city we both loved so dear,
Is a lonely place without you here.

And though I yearn for the times of old,
Now the city just seems so cold,
I made my return but I’m sorry I came,
For Paris will never be the same.

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

Copyright © All stories, poems and plays copyright Alan W. Jankowski.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="">Paris Will Never Be The Same</a>

Comments (8)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.