i have a ticket in my pocket

from the last time i went underground

and with the sun comes

the last of my self-absorption

i’ve spent two days

walking around a romantic city

wondering if i could ever know

what love was again

and i think i know the answer

if i can love myself

with the same obsession i save

for the beautiful boys who

break my heart

i’ll be ready to be carried away

to a place i’ve never known

the train comes out of the darkness

i see the streets of paris

and this revelation has meant nothing