I’ve never been to Paris
but I’ve dreamed
of her graceful curving
streets. I always wanted to explore,
those rues
filled with eye-teasing beauty
and promising something
to entertain my tongue
in its little shops.
But I have been to Tokyo
and oh,
oh,
how I adore him.
His electricity
knows how to delight me.
how I adore him.
His electricity
knows how to delight me.
I come alive
discovering his many sides.
Every sight makes me sigh
and long to take him in
as deeply as possible.
I only found out much later
I might have gone to Paris,
at least once.
But
it might have meant
I may never have seen Tokyo
and that thought breaks
my already partite heart.
Tokyo is home.
I have no regrets about that.
But there are nights
when I still think of Paris
and my settled self indulges
in an old dream or two.
Every sight makes me sigh
and long to take him in
as deeply as possible.
I only found out much later
I might have gone to Paris,
at least once.
But
it might have meant
I may never have seen Tokyo
and that thought breaks
my already partite heart.
Tokyo is home.
I have no regrets about that.
But there are nights
when I still think of Paris
and my settled self indulges
in an old dream or two.
Photo of the Tokyo Tower by Azizbek on Unsplash
Song Choices: Sakura, Sakura and La Vie En Rose
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt at Poetry and Storytellers United. So I must confess, I've never really been to either city. 😂
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