R.M. Dolin, April 10, 2024
After things blew up, I vowed to never again visit Paris, but then I did, needing to painfully wander memory-laced boulevards one last time. To coldly cross cobblestones that no longer support me, yet somehow settle my soul and draw me toward believing I must return. It’s hard to explain how the end of love can be so sad, while simultaneously leaving me unwilling to accept sadness as its outcome. How can I, after allowing me to experience the profoundness of life in ways never before lived. I came to Paris to say goodbye to you and the life God had perfected. And while I leave under the banner of acceptance, my heart tears in turmoil.
A poem that needs no explanation….
