It is easy to say

as I strolled along the cobbled ways

looking for owls and cats on rooftops

That things could have been different

That I should have known

Five years later I would be 

back where I began

with the sysiphean determination

to start again

and again not find the satisfaction

of a desired end

That happened long before

we wandered the narrow alleys of Vieux Nice

explored the metro labyrinth of Paris

We weathered nerve wracking turbulence

The rattle and crack of fuselage against rough air 

But like our last flight together that cold fog filled day

We should have called it off

Taken another approach

No matter how terrifying it is to pull up

out a six year relationship

Then it may have been

A smooth landing

back into my own life