I remember when I first laid eyes on you
I remember when I was called bèbè
I remember when you would say, “viens” and wrap your arms around me with love
I remember when you first said, “Je t’aime”
I remember when you taught me French
I remember when we moved in together
I remember when we spent our summer nights in Southern France
I remember when we were together

I remember when you pulled away
I remember when you stopped calling me
I remember when you found someone else
I remember when you forgot about me
I remember when you broke my heart

I remember when I would sob with heart ache
I remember when I hated you with anger
I remember when I was so blind
I remember when you used me to fill your loneliness

I remember that you were full of *******

I wake in the quiet hours
When the world is sleeping
I roll over, drawn to your warm and soft skin
You roll over and groan
Waking from the world of dreaming
Mumbling beautiful nothings in your French smoky tone
In the dark, my senses guide my lips to yours and you pull me home

You gently rise
I listen to your sweet steps as they meet the floor
The waking aroma of the espresso fill my lungs
You return to the still room
I hear the crinkling as you roll your morning cigarette
I slowly lift my head
My heavy eyes meet yours and you know what my heart is saying

Je t'aime
I am home