XXLove letters

 

 

When life is precious again,

 

 

I’d been avoiding the stairs,

I thought I wouldn’t climb them again,

I didn’t take a funicular,

I decided to walk home,

Walking alone is more romantic,

Climbing alone is for heretics,

So I gave it a shot,

 

The Basilica is truly special,

Especially late at night,

Any time Sacre Coeur is a miraculous setting,

A mishmash of people, mulled wine, street musicians,

Singing along into the night,

Paris is flooded with lights every Christmas,

Why is the end of every journey frozen, crispy and white?

 

I found myself on the steps,

‘Fly me to the moon’ was playing,

I was entangled in thoughts,

Finally I had a chance,

I knew my life had changed,

I knew I had to rely on myself,

 I had a place to go,

 

The November gloom was over,

The city re-lived the moments of light,

I caught a glimpse of Christmas windows,

Elegant or tasteless,

Pretentious or minimalistic,

I missed the beauty of happy moments,

Christmas appeared to be an outlandish rite,

 

Since forever I have existed,

I might be Alice who roamed not thinking about time,

You had loved teasing me,

‘No’,

 ‘You can be Dorothy chick’,

‘When you save others, you try to save yourself’,

 

It was the middle of my life journey,

The other half went downhill,

I had to rely on myself,

And just a bit on wonder,

I looked down at my feet,

 I was wearing ruby slippers,

I clicked my heels three times.