When my unit arrived in Paris, we were given a day-leave from out barracks. This was because we were not in as feirce a situation as we soon would be, and the Seargent General (who was a fine man and became a friend of mine), wanted us to be 'fresh' for fighting if the Germans ever made their way to Paris.
I wandered about, thinking that I was walking aimlessly until i reached the gate to Monmartyr. My feet had brought me to where my heart was pulling them. I entered the gate and walked slowly up the drive. I saw the old, crumbling building where I'd lived. Where I'd made tender love to my beloved, and sang to her. Seemingly for no reason at all a song came to me, as they used to when I'd fancied myself a writer. I sang quietly, for the streets were empty and I felt so very lonely.
"I walked down to the park last night. Warm breeze stirring up a soft moonlight and my mind started drifting to way back when. Yes I do think about you every now and then." I sang quietly, my voice, deeper and fuller but still the same voice, sounded unexpected to me. I'd not sung in...months. "The other day I saw a car like you used to drive. I got a funny feeling down deep inside, and for the briefest moment I felt a smile begin. Yes I do think about you every now and then." Yes, I did think about her every now and then. And then I thought of Kathryn, at home, carrying my child and waiting for her husband to come home.
"I love my life and I'd never trade between what you and me had and the life I've made.
She's here and she's real, but you were too, and every once in a while I think about you.
I heard a song on the radio just yesterday; the same one you always asked me to play, and when the song was over I wished they'd played it again. Yes I do think about you every now and then." I had thought that my infatuation with Satine had ended when I met Kathryn, but I wondered now. Was Kathryn enough? She looked a bit like Satine, with bright red hair and crystal blue eyes. "I've been walkin' around here all night listenin' to the rain, talkin' to my heart and tryin' to explain why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you every now and then. Every now and then."
When I was done, I returned to my barracks and slept, and dreamed. Not of Katheryn, with her demure Catholic ways, but of another. A fiery young woman, six years older than myself, who had shown me what love meant.
I wandered about, thinking that I was walking aimlessly until i reached the gate to Monmartyr. My feet had brought me to where my heart was pulling them. I entered the gate and walked slowly up the drive. I saw the old, crumbling building where I'd lived. Where I'd made tender love to my beloved, and sang to her. Seemingly for no reason at all a song came to me, as they used to when I'd fancied myself a writer. I sang quietly, for the streets were empty and I felt so very lonely.
"I walked down to the park last night. Warm breeze stirring up a soft moonlight and my mind started drifting to way back when. Yes I do think about you every now and then." I sang quietly, my voice, deeper and fuller but still the same voice, sounded unexpected to me. I'd not sung in...months. "The other day I saw a car like you used to drive. I got a funny feeling down deep inside, and for the briefest moment I felt a smile begin. Yes I do think about you every now and then." Yes, I did think about her every now and then. And then I thought of Kathryn, at home, carrying my child and waiting for her husband to come home.
"I love my life and I'd never trade between what you and me had and the life I've made.
She's here and she's real, but you were too, and every once in a while I think about you.
I heard a song on the radio just yesterday; the same one you always asked me to play, and when the song was over I wished they'd played it again. Yes I do think about you every now and then." I had thought that my infatuation with Satine had ended when I met Kathryn, but I wondered now. Was Kathryn enough? She looked a bit like Satine, with bright red hair and crystal blue eyes. "I've been walkin' around here all night listenin' to the rain, talkin' to my heart and tryin' to explain why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you every now and then. Every now and then."
When I was done, I returned to my barracks and slept, and dreamed. Not of Katheryn, with her demure Catholic ways, but of another. A fiery young woman, six years older than myself, who had shown me what love meant.