When you leave my bed with the pillow astray
I cannot help, but think of the days
We spent together in bed
It is all water under the bridge

And should be forgotten
Cast away like a disposable cup
Except, that cup has your lipstick stains
And the pillows have your smell

The bridge still has your aura
Your memories have not left the places
We once shared near the beautiful bridge
I still see your reflection in the river

As I lean over the balustrade
Some day I will have the courage to take a leap of faith
For now a swim in the Seine, as I fade
Into the night light without spectators to see me wash away