Come with me
and be my love,
he whispered,
although he uttered it in French
as he did when the mood took him;
he could recite a shopping list in French
and make it sound romantic,
but I didn't reply,
I just looked at him
over my glass of white wine,
and hated it when we stopped
at one of those cafés in Paris,
and he would utter things
to those waitresses
with their perfect figures
and bright eyes
and they would giggle and nod
and write down the order
and walk away
with their wiggle of hips,
and as my French was limited,
I didn't know what
he was saying to them,
and I imagined all things,
and I just glared at the waitress
and he would smile
in that way he had,
and I would forgive him
for the umpteenth time
for any imaginable crime.
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
Come with me
and be my love,
he whispered,
although he uttered it in French
as he did when the mood took him;
he could recite a shopping list in French
and make it sound romantic,
but I didn't reply,
I just looked at him
over my glass of white wine,
and hated it when we stopped
at one of those cafés in Paris,
and he would utter things
to those waitresses
with their perfect figures
and bright eyes
and they would giggle and nod
and write down the order
and walk away
with their wiggle of hips,
and as my French was limited,
I didn't know what
he was saying to them,
and I imagined all things,
and I just glared at the waitress
and he would smile
in that way he had,
and I would forgive him
for the umpteenth time
for any imaginable crime.
