Seriously. The 'first second".
English was our first tongue and everything else was called a “second”
French. Then German. And then Spanish for some though not me.
Nowadays people don’t talk this way
Remember climbing the stairs to Montmartre and slurping snail soup in Chez Antoin after getting lost on the Right Bank ?
I was skeptical at first but loved it instantly
“Why skeptical ?” you asked
That made me laugh
Who needs reasons ?
We ran around the eighteenth arrondissement from Rue de Clignancourt to Rue Caulaincourt
Like teenagers
I was chasing you and you were laughing in huge repetitive whoops like you were falling
We talked ‘til the sun rose up every night all week
The curved bowl of the city's horizon over your shoulder
Glowing red where she meets the sky
Acquiescing in the heat of our attraction
Back home somehow people had guessed
About us
And the story goes that we fell in love in Paris
Even though its not true
You knew already how my world first span when we passed in the street and our eyes caught up close
Outside our building
You coming in
Me going out
How I loved you from the off
How I started learning you from the first second
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