It was a Parisian fluke  and what did I do

Sat on a bollard and I did not move

Although I knew that

That there is something I just can't pretend

Confident men and their unwelcome friends

Always win in the end

Always

Read into signs like a knowing wink  more than I should

Emails that drowned in lovers' ink know that I would

Make poor excuses for the things I never dared

I would have kissed you but the moon was there

Watching no-one care

No way

With spirit waltzing

I found something

That belonged to you

Years ago

The emails were drowned in lovers' ink

For their own good

I'll tell you something I just can't pretend

Confident men and their unwelcome friends

Will kill me in the end

Always Always