waves scarlet


I saw her waving for the last time. Her eyes almost purple. Waving to say hello and goodbye all at the same time. The flags rippled in the wind. I thought of the cat at home saying goodbye too.  The dishes were left undone. The scarf on my neck was too tight. My stomach ached a bit. The building was tall casting shade down resembling the night she and I met.  What friends. What loss. New beginnings.  What will Paris be like for her. Painting the colors of the city.  Fountains.  Leaves.  Streets with stones that whisper names of old. I will miss it all. I will paint it, write it bleed it out veins scarlet.

n.e. bottalico