Once you were a daydream
just
out
of
reach—
exciting,
but familiar
enough to be
comfortable
an idyllic
wonderland
only we know about
But in the thick fog
you couldn’t see me
I called out till
I lost my voice
the bridge didn’t fall
but we burned it down
to nothing left
to romanticize.
it’s time to go.
so, so long, London—-
And hello,
Paris.
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