Down the Rue
on a candlelit table.
I am twenty-three,
clicking at the distant
cross cobblestones at Place
du Panthéon, my girlhood dreams
meeting destiny. City of light, city
of love—beside me, my boyfriend
waits: older, German, he’d been there
before. A weight leadening my hot air balloon.
The photograph a monument to the moment,
a composition illustrating a life lesson learned—
One should never see Paris with the wrong companion.