Who’d been running away from whom?


In contrast to the dull and grey outskirts of Paris where no shadows are cast,
The cozy lights pour out the windows and reflect on the pavement outside,
On the cobblestones of the old town.
They bring an intense feeling of serenity and carry peaceful smiles inside.

Pasta cooking that makes kitchen windows steamy.
Warm lights as an embrace, all over the room.
Friendly noise waiting behind:
Voices, giggles, laughter
And a distant television indistinctly telling stories about the outside world.

Looking in from the street,
Left out on the curb
Staring in from the cold of the night.
May I come in?
Never even had the chance to choose.