I've walked across a bridge with locks
ate quiche in a bistro on the Left Bank

I've seen the Eiffel Tower
lit up like a sparkler at night
and maybe it was somewhere
on the Champs Elysees

I realized how far I've pushed you away

I'm ready to come home to you
and don't worry about the broken vase

nothing we can't fix
or replace

Whit Howland © 2017