Paris is beautiful at night, you say,
But I'm not sure this is the view we want of it.
We walk with a purpose
Aching feet and the
Promise of rest
We walk with wide eyes
And open ears
Slightly Strange intricacies of daily life.
Enjoying the company and
Knowing you like I never would have
We walk with a hurried exaltation,
With the folded, sweat-stained paper
In your hands
We walk with each other