Do you remember the smokey cafes in France?
The ones where we would sit and stare at each other eyes. Cigarette after cigarette, you spoke words I couldn't understand.
Mi Amor, my Latin tongue fascinated you, didn't it?
Going to your friends' extremely small flat we escaped to the balcony. Lighting cigarette after cigarette we stared lovingly into each other's eyes. No language needed.
You kissed me, a steamy passionate kissed that made my eyes water. No language was needed to understand the underlying love we had.
My love, do you remember?
Escaping to the rooftops to lay on the dirty cold floor just to stare at the sky? You gripped my hand so tight that night and I knew.
This was our last goodbye.
I rolled over and kissed you, my eyes watered and my heart cried.
You left with a woman on your motorbike.
Off I was to walk the dusty way back.
Back to my colorful town.
Back to my husband.
