edith piaf sings to me
milord sing with me dance
with me
my pen drinks the ash from the lucky
chante
milord chante
the paper is stained with ink and coffee
and the air smells of garlic and toast
patrons buzz and staccato laugh
but stop to stare
when you walk into the cafe
all is quiet but dear edith continues
padam padam padam
'life is pure
but I am not innocent'
you had once told me
I dreamt of
you last night
a time when
we were pure
heavy drunk eyes land on me
to grab my face
smells of fresh cigarette and faint lilacs possess me
mon
ami mon ami
let
me drink from the cup and see to it that you are full
we reminisced about the day
your nails are polished and white
dimples – your smile
I look towards home
the sun is brilliant
orchids are in full bloom
edith piaf serenades my tired ears
Capucine full
of life
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