sometimes 
after a cigarette 
you let your hands 
trail over the texture 
of your jeans 

sometimes 
late at night 
you idealize paris 
and promise to fall in love with me 
while sipping coffee 
and considering the shape of the Eiffel tower 

sometimes 
you dance slowly 
on the shagg carpet 
with tears in your eyes 
pulling me close and whispering 
words to a song you don't know 

sometimes 
i worry about 
how often you watch the
ground 
instead of the sky above 

parfois
il n'est pas facile de t'aimer
parceque tu es si tres loin
et toujours brise

sometimes 
i too 
dream of paris