I miss France. I miss the
buildings.
I miss the adventures
I wanted to have
I almost had
I miss you.
The reason I came back.
You were so glad that I came back
and I was
so scared to lose you

in the end
and then
I did
and then you left
to where my France
exists
inside my head.

I wish you'd develop and addiction to me
in the same way you're addicted
to your menthols.

who are you to appear, dancing, and smiling in my mind?
who are you to be an actor in my dream?

why am i thinking about you so often?
why are you appear in my mind instead of sitting next to me?

please don't be my thirty minutes thoughts,
i want you to be here
next to me