Am I the only one who can smell the drains?
is it only when, "I'm" there,
it rains.
Am I the only one sees sky grey,
not blue,
or is it because it was there I lost you.

We went together to feel loves power,
to dine on the seine walk up the tower,
To visit the Louvre the art there-in,
not to have the pain begin!

Three short weeks it took to fall,
every waking hour,
I still recall,
the doctors faces,
speaking loud,
I,
walking aimless among the crowd.

You caught the bug they no not where,
they cut and shaved you're golden hair,
pills potions all night injections
could not combat you're bodies reactions.

We talked the first week,
dreamed the second,
by the start of the third!
no body reckoned,
you would see a fourth,
me,
disbelieving,
they had to do something,
then,
the grieving.