I found the gift from your business trip
the tiniest token of your affection,
the smallest showcase of your love,
the grandest gesture I ever needed,
to know where I belonged.
I found the Paris Pen.
I miss you.
I miss then.
I miss Paris…
…and the earrings filled with so much love and lust
that someone else dared to steal them from us.
The souvenirs of our partnership
coveted by those in darker homes
seeking treasures to ignite light in the shadows.
So, I hope he glides them into her sweet, kitten ears
as you would’ve mine.
As he will the fluffy Parisian slippers
onto her milky, soft feet
that I hope are just her size.
She deserves it.
And so did I.