I saw her waving for the last time. Her eyes almost purple. Waving to
say hello and goodbye all at the same time. The flags rippled in the
wind. I thought of the cat at home saying goodbye too. The dishes were
left undone. The scarf on my neck was too tight. My stomach ached a bit.
The building was tall casting shade down resembling the night she and I
met. What friends. What loss. New beginnings. What will Paris be like
for her. Painting the colors of the city. Fountains. Leaves. Streets
with stones that whisper names of old. I will miss it all. I will paint
it, write it bleed it out veins scarlet.
n.e. bottalico
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