all the sights of paris, fell inside your iris.

last night i dreamt
we flew to paris.
just you
and me.
i do not know why we were there.
business? pleasure?
all i know is that we had a purpose
and a timeline
and a handwritten list on a notebook page.
(one of us had doodled an aeroplane in the lower right corner.)
all i know is that we had a purpose
and that we were together
last night
just you
and me.