I dream Dreams

Jealous of the Saine

Paris was also
the city with the big River.
The big, fat, famous river.
The body of water, another body.
I was a body too, one of flesh.
Unless the river,
my body isn't flowing.
It can't flow away.
And that made me jealous of the Seine.
Paris helt the answer,
I thought that Friday.
I was walking along the Seine,
in the rain, it was pouring.
I'm gonna join the river
and flow too,
I thought.
After having the best Sunday.
The Ad for the convention
held one sentence,
one that I almost took
to close to heart.
"Maybe your happy ending
is waiting for you in Paris,
who knows?"

And who would know indeed?
After all,
I HAD planned an ending in Paris.
And if I did it,
without jealousy
towards a stupid river,
or towards a stupid tower,
reaching so high
So high it touches the sky,
Maybe then
I would have even gotten
a HAPPY ending.

Because on that Friday,
as I let my gaze wander
from the water of the river
to the metal of the tower
in the distance,
I had come to understand.

Paris.
My End.