Bastille

The sky once bloomed in fire and blue,

As Paris sang, so did we two—

Hands entwined beneath the flare,

A promise lifted through the air.

The world felt wide, the moment still,

As courage bent to love’s quiet will.

The La Marseillaise played, the streets rejoiced—

But all I heard was your soft voice.

A vow was cast—not just in gold,

But in the gentle truths we told:

A glance, a laugh, a breath held tight—

Two souls aligned beneath the night.

Though time has drawn us far apart,

This day still stirs the softer parts.

It drifts in like a minor key,

A tethered note that won’t quite leave.

I do not reach, I do not press—

But grace remains where love once breathed.

For what we shared, and what may stay,

In silent ways we cannot say.

If stars can fall yet rise once more,

If tide-washed names return to shore,

Then let this day, with quiet trust,

Recall what bloomed between the us.

No map could chart, no wind could steer,

The path that drew your soul so near—

Yet through the vast, uncharted sea,

One truth endured: it’s “you & me.”