This is a poem about Paris during the war when Suzie
left to finish my collection.

The streets of Paris are silent now,
No life stirs within the alleys,
A man weeps lonely in the dark,
No cat purr and no dogs bark.

The lights are faded into nothing,
The air grows close and hot,
A man weeps lonely in the night,
Wondering why there's need to fight.

The river is as still as the mountains,
The buildings derelict,
No beauty is left in Paris now,
Wondering why, when and how?

The end is nigh for you and I,
The sun has left for good,
He cries so much now she has gone,
He wonders how and why?

And as he asks the reason why,
Her voice floats into his ears,
She repeats a phrase that kills his heart,
The end is nigh, for you and I.