that we didn't speak the same
language.
it lengthened
the love affair.
we had paris.
we had each other.
we had long nights
and bright days.
we wrote poetry and
drank wine.
we ate.
we read. we went
to the cinema.
we made love.
we walked the boulevard.
we were as close
as two people
can be in this life.
who needed words
to make
it right?
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