I'm flying into Paris

Terminal 

On the sky outside, three drops of metal surge upwards 

Into excitement. 

I sip on my drink across Dior

You flash by 

Flash Flash 

You remind me of someone

I once knew. 

By the time I stand up to queue,

you're beside me

"You look really good" some British twang 

"Where are you headed" my eyes wide

"Paris. You?"

"I'm flying into Paris"

They both look the other way. 

These European kids, look at them jump around

from continent to continent. 

I see you again in Amsterdam 

outside some place with bright neon lights

You are staring at the faded stars like a lonely star

You are so beautiful and blond. 

I take your hand, 

and you ask me from so far away 

if I'm flying into Paris with you.