You Promised Me Paris

Brassai
Brassai

Do you remember?
Probably not,
Not rightly anyway.
I’ve listened to you reminisce,
Oh I don’t know
How many thousand times
And it only tangentially
Touches upon the truth:
Bears little to no resemblance
To any reality we ever lived.
You re-cast yourself as the hero,
The catalyst and centre-point
Of every scenario and situation.
You re-write the script,
The story changes in the telling
Every single time.
But do you remember?
Don’t you remember that

You promised me Paris
As a pendant,
Hanging from my necklace
Fashioned from falling stars.
You promised me the world
As a good luck charm,
Swinging from my bracelet
Wrought from light beams.
You promised me Paris,
You promised me Paris.

I wish I could forget
The years of careless neglect,
The constant evasions,
The way I avert my downcast eyes
As you smile once again
At some passing sweet young thing.
Look what you have made of me,
You could never help yourself.
You are always searching,
For someone to save you
From your own wretched self.
But you know it’s later than you think
Though sometimes I can almost believe
That you once believed
In you and me as a destiny,
In the words you spoke,
That I wish I could forget,
But I can never forget that

You promised me Paris
As a pendant,
Hanging from my necklace
Fashioned from falling stars.
You promised me the world
As a good luck charm,
Swinging from my bracelet
Wrought from light beams.
You promised me Paris,
You promised me Paris.

19 thoughts on “You Promised Me Paris

  1. I like how this flows as a sort of melancholic love song, but, to me, it also rings true of the Human condition in considering what is ‘true’. Clearly we all have a different perception of ‘truth’, even when we live through the same experience. Perhaps we should acknowledge this a little more, rather than assuming that everybody else views life in the same way as ourselves.
    Anyway, a great piece!

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    1. Thank you Chris. The phrase you promised me Paris popped into my head and then the rest of the chorus with a little working out and then I had to think of a scenario based around it. Truth in poems is always subjective, I think. Glad you enjoyed.

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  2. So a question, you are writing from the female perspective? Very interesting! I love the poem, it’s melancholy and wistful. The repetition works beautifully, almost pleading “you promised me Paris” and I like the bit about hanging it as a pendant on a necklace or a bracelet.

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