R.M. Dolin, March 6, 2024
I came to say good-bye to Paris, and the only woman I’ve ever really loved. I came to let go of dreams, the best part of me, and to figure out how to move forward with shattered pieces of my soul. I came to touch old familiar sidewalks one last time, to taste warm bread and drink red wine at quiet sidewalk cafés while writing random poems of forever love colliding with the callous harshness of loss. I came to Paris to tell you I’m still in love, and will always be, even if the only part of me that matters must die, so that what remains might learn to live.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle’s last poem to Nadia.
