Left in Paris

Our cakes were left where we stayed together,
The tokens of a trip to Paris. Of encounters
The hope, the excitement in the world full of wonders.
The dessert for us after taking photos, memories to gether.
Our cakes, we finally obtained in the relentless rain.
Without our appreciation, their fate to be perished,
When the time had come in between and impelled
To tear us apart. The endeavour ended in vain.

My heart, torn, was where the cakes once lay.
However much I long, it is too late
To turn back and return to them. I must surrender.
With a roar, the airplane broke off our runway,
Without a trail it's gone, discarded fate.
Our cakes are left where we stayed together.