On a wet afternoon in Paris

I found myself in the Blue Blue White

On the long street of the souls

I sat at the table nearest to the window

And shared a coffee with my younger self

The tablecloths were new and crisp to the touch

Mine was red with silver blue flowers

It was an attractive combination

But there was a naked girl in the ashtray

Who I recognised as my missing twin

I asked her of her location on the table

She told me that she had always lived there

And although naked was blissfully happy

She asked me where I had been during our early years

I told her that I had always been there for her

But had been blinded by the fair lights of the city

 

 

 

After the watercolour by Pauline Coffre