Poem -

The Old Bijoux

The Old Bijoux

The old Bijoux closed today.

After all this time it closed its doors.

It is empty now overtaken by technology and time.

Its silver screens have graced the best of Hollywood

How often I have sat here with you my love.

Watching Bogart and Bacall share a kiss.

Later returning to our small flat

to make tea and love.

You were so beautiful my angel

All that I ever wanted or needed.

Remember how I stood outside your flat

In the pouring rain to catch a glimpse of you.

I was so in love with you

So in love.

You have gone now of course

Such beauty is for the Gods

Not for ordinary men like me.

I shall miss this old place so much

Watching the old movies flickering on the screen.

I know I did not move on quiet as I should.

You see my heart was very broken and sadly

 still remains so even after all these years.

But sometimes in an old movie

that we have seen a hundred times.

Yes I know the endings are always the same.

But I feel your hand slip softly into mine

And I can feel it there, and just for a moment

All is well in this world once more

I would not change a thing about us my love

Even knowing how broken I would be

And that my heart would be vacant for evermore.

For once in my life I reached for a star,

and for a fleeting moment

I held it in my hands.

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