When she left
I found myself ordering the
Paris Burger
at Bistro.
Paris use to be my second favorite city
in the world,
but the French stole my girlfriend
so fuck them
and their National soccer team
and if they are going to keep her
then I get the Bordeaux reds
and the fries
Hmmm, maybe those were already mine,
and maybe she wasn't.
Paris was always her dream
and I?
A moment in her reality.
Maybe its like that wife swap show.
Does that mean she dreams of
Me now?
I don't order the Paris Burger,
Anymore.
Not because I don't like the taste
or because I'm reminded.
I'm searching for a new
second favorite
San Francisco will always be
First.
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