23rd July. Weather good. Food is fine.
Went round the Louvre. Now drinking some wine.
Wish you were here.
Actually, the weather is cold and the meal is now past.
The Louvre went on forever, its rooms are so vast.
And I’m glad your not here.
By the time that you get this, I will have a new life.
Paris convinced me I’m not material for a wife.
There is art, there is music and it sings in my ears.
I have worried, I have stressed and through all of the tears
I realise you will hate me, your mother was right
I was always just hedging before I took flight.
I know you will hate me, I anticipate arrows from afar.
Please forgive me and forget me. There’s no au revoir.
By Linda Prince
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