POEM: “Suzanne of Montreal” — My arms started flailing at your mention! / My eyes welled up teary at reflection!

Suzanne of Montreal

Oh well, yesterday I talked of you.
My feet foot steps soles up on my desk
And I told her of you: I was OVERTAKEN!
My arms started flailing at your mention!
My eyes welled up teary at reflection!
Oh how we walked together after work
lost in the magic of you and your worth
and we ate our dinners together
on balconies over looking your Earth.

Oh well, yesterday I talked of you.
And I was reminded of me and my memories.
The way you looked in sunset: made me weep.
The way we travelled by metro: or BIXI.
Our lunches in parks, our strolls in the rain
And our noodles bought by vélo after errands.
Oh how we slept together in silence!
Watched movies at Avenue du Parc!
And wondered much at groceries.

Oh well, yesterday I talked of you.
Today I am planning the return, too.
A quote for the moving truck to Montreal
The Régie rules and insurance stuff.
The details of storage, do I sell the sofa?
Will I choose a high-rise I’m not sure of?
And he once said: “you’ll be lonely.”
And I laughed then scoffed, returning:
“How can I be lonely when it’s there I find me?
How can I be alone in Montreal when I’m accompanied by…

my energy and my smiling?”

Miss Me Montreal Lady Smiling

Sylvie Hill, November 2018

(Dear Olga:
as I sign off on my poem,
the radio plays Leonard Cohen
Do you know which song?
If you say “Suzanne”,
you would not be wrong.)