Ah, Paris - a poem

As so much disappointment seeps
Into every space of life right now,
I have chosen to no longer
Look forward to anything.

Even though Paris
Has a nice ring to it,
So did engagement, marriage,
The next three years we had planned;
So did the name we so presumptuously
Picked out for our unconceived children.

Paris, undoubtedly,
Would now seem lonely,
Nonetheless, I have always wanted to whisper,
"Ah, Paris"
With the best accent I can muster
Standing, at sunset, atop the Eiffel Tower
Surveying French rooftops,
Cobblestone walkways, and streets.

I will only have the view to love now
As I no longer have you, but
Whether now or later,
I will see Paris someday.
I will sip espressos in some street corner cafe,
Wishing you could be there
With me.
I will merely not look forward to it.

It would be a small hope to dash
If I did anticipate it and
The perfect plan fell through;
Yet, in the wake
Of all these broken dreams,
I would not be able to stand another.

I will breathe it all in
If and when I get there,
When I am a silhouette against
The French sky,
When the dream becomes a reality
And my whisper is followed by
A pathetic yet honest mumble
In the wrong language,
"Se Le Vie."