He said the air was better in Paris. <br />In Paris we could breathe <br />Like we never could <br />Here in the little home I had built. <br /> <br />So... <br />I left with him <br />For the better air <br />And wine and cheese and cafes and Paris <br />And because I too wanted to breathe. <br /> <br />Yesterday he left <br />For Spain and Spanish things <br />And the little Flamenco dancer <br />From the Café... <br /> <br />Outside my window <br />The rain pounds mercilessly on the roses he planted for me... <br />Such lovely things, <br />So sad to see them die.<br /><br />Vaun Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-said/
