The Pinker Tones
Wild Animals
We Walked
We met
while walking.
I never knew
his age, nor his name.
In the light of the moon
we met.
There was none
that made me so cheerful.
Her little smile
hid secrets.
She knew how to lie
and I forgive.
Few things to say to each other:
nor time past,
nor the future;
the present was enough.
We walked around
crying out our wishes.
They called us
the lovers of the Pont Neuf.
Following the Seine
I took her by the hand.
All of a sudden one evening,
she disappeared ¢â¬Â¦
I couldn't believe
that I had lost her!
I was walking around
looking at the ground,
and the sky was getting wet
my bitter present.
So I understood.
It was time for her
to get back to her life,
and then I mine.
A few years later,
one spring day,
she was running late
carried by the wind.
We looked at each other.
Time froze.
A crossed smile.
I will never forget you.
Following the Seine
I took her by the hand.

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