Paris

"Wish you were here, again.
It was playing in that American bar in Paris,
Remember? The bar with no ashtrays.
They told you to just "use the floor - And
They had this album on repeat.

Years later, now, and I find myself
Listening to it just to remember you.
Wishing you were here, I suppose
Or maybe just remembering
How it felt to be lost in a city

Relying on you to survive.