A poem from Christian, to Satine I can still remember your face, even though my eyes a teary and I cannot see

I try every day, but that memory just doesn't set me free

Darling its been a year, too long

And without you, this life is all wrong

Darling without you, life is dull and dark

No love, happiness or those strolls in the park

Sorry I didn't go to your funeral, I couldn't get out of bed

I cried until the blood vessels in my eyes burst instead

Sometimes I think this is all a dream

And I'll awake to be greeted with your kisses of strawberry cream

With you gone, my voice is cracked and dead

And my head is bruised from absinthe bottles cluttering my bed

Teardrops stain the hard wooden floor

There's dints from my punches in the door

The typewriters rusty, with paper jammed inside

And you know I'm not one of those who can easily hide

So I left it there, gathering dust through the days

And I stand on the balcony staring out into the haze



This city was alive before when you were here

Now its clouded and dead like my life, so unclear

Its cold down here, Paris snow is bitter

It used to melt away with your golden glitter

I've never felt so alone, its like a whole new life, and I don't like it at all

I want to leave and be with you, before the end of fall

The lights in the night are haunting and glassy

The orchestra sounds squeaky and brassy

Maybe that's just me, cos without you, life slips down to a faded cage

And I can hear those dancers on your death stage

I wrote our story darling, just like you told me to

I'm now a famous writer, but its nothing without you.