You Helped Me Breathe

A poem...

Aidez-moi à respirer, ma chérie.

I'd forgotten how
to breathe
my chest stitched into seams
where I tried to sew together
my broken heart, with broken dreams.

But I never learned to sew,
so the patches of my coat
where I'd stitched my heart
upon my sleeve
was falling apart
because real things
cannot be fixed with make believe.

Arabelle...
Aidez-moi à respirer, ma chérie.
You once saw the best in me
I still wish you well.

Paris will be lucky
to have your grace
your art
your smiling face.
You're more than a flower-girl
you're the reason the world
continued to twirl
when I'd spent years
simply trying to make it spin
again...
...thank you.

I know I said Bonifacio
was close enough to heaven
for any man;
and to see me go
once again
was never part of the plan.

I guess that Parisian apartment
meant for two
will have one less occupant
I hope your dreams come true.

Vous m'avez aidé à respirer à nouveau, ma chérie.
My Arabelle...
I wish you well...
Now forget me, love, I plea.

Author's Note

If anyone needs a translation of the French feel free to ask.
My spelling and grammar may be off. I learned it in bits and pieces and was never that great lol

Reviews

[NA]

So very beautifully touching...really enjoyed :) x

[Knightingale]

Thank you :)

[Flowrite]

How loving! This journey was through murky waters where your French lines add charm through the pain. And when you plea at the end, it is with such gentleness that it could be nothing but love. You turned pain into kindness. Nice write, easy journey.

[Knightingale]

I did love her. And as with most of my life the journey was...difficult. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your words are too kind.