In a Café in Paris
By Harman Kaur
They first locked eyes in a café in Paris
Him sitting joyfully with two rowdy friends
Her content to sit in the Age of Innocence with her fictional friends
They first exchanged names in a café in Paris
Him exchanging a bag for a name
Her just trying to get away with her identity hidden
He saved her life in a café in Paris
He had his friend ask her forward
She escaped from a chaotic crash
From all those meetings in a café in Paris…
He told her he was a revenant
She promised to keep his secret
From those gazes shared in a café in Paris
They ended up in love
Staying together in good or bad
From those meetings in a café in Paris
They fought good and bad
Fought their friends and their enemies
But one day their friend who was an enemy won
In the end Vincent fell and died
Kate’s tears fell and her heart died
1 COMMENT to “In a Cafe in Paris” Poem by Harman Kaur
by Lydia L. - On November 24, 2012
That was really pretty, but Vincent is not dead yet, and I know for a fact Kate is not going to give up on trying to find him! Good Job though!:)