you know time doesn’t pass as it used to

and from class to class I still have a thought for you

they tell me, but girl you’re living the dream

script pages printed and spotlights queen

number one on paper and screen

oh the pretty, pretty lights of the spidery French streets

the boiling bars

the uncovered stars

a burning, dazzling bubble of sweet, sweet ambitious children

sometimes I feel bliss for it

and sometimes I get filled up with a homesick feeling

a thought for you when the sky turns purple

do the sounds I hear echo to you?

I read something the other day

two characters, it was written,

who wait for their eyes to meet again

but without the tears

as for me all I wish

would simply be for our eyes again

to meet

Maëlle Leggiadro

Categories: Poetry