Small appetizers and light alcoholic drinks, to stimulate the senses, whet the appetite for what’s to come.
It was the birthday party of a friend of mine,
We both had a good time; there was good food, even better wine.
We were walking to the car together, laughing at something, hand in hand,
It was like every other night but it was the beginning of the end.
Heavier appetizers served cold or hot dishes and soups. May be simple or elaborate.
Next month, I suggested perhaps an adventure; let’s go to the zoo!
But you said you’ll be busy, probably tired, that you didn’t want to.
Was it really because of work that you so politely declined,
Or was it that come next month you would no longer be mine?
Le plat principal
Meat or fish main course served with sides of salads, rice or pastas.
I knew something was wrong; the tension was palpable,
I kept asking you what’s the matter, but my concern was deemed trivial and banal.
You started pushing me away; resented my presence, wanted space, started acting cold,
And the love of my life soon became a stranger, the shell of somebody that I used to know.
A selection of cheeses sometimes accompanied by fruits and nuts. Crackers and fresh baguette a must.
I couldn’t get to you, only the incessant ringing of the other line,
When I finally got through, you dispensed some excuse, said you’re okay – that we were fine.
But for the first time when I said I love you, there wasn’t that reassuring echo,
And this wasn’t one of those goodbyes that meant only until tomorrow.
Indulgent and rich like a mousse or refreshing sorbets. Keep portions light and small.
It was at my dinner table when you told me that you don’t love me anymore,
Did you hear the sound of my heart breaking, its deafening roar?
Baby, but why – our love is strong, how could this romance go awry?
But you just shook your head, said nothing while I cry and cry and cry.
Coffee with a side of bittersweet chocolate or sweet biscuits.
I remember reaching up to kiss you one last time, stood on my tippy tippy toes,
I remember how your arms hung limply, you did not kiss me back, that your eyes didn’t close.
I remember you leaving, your receding taillights as you pull farther and further away,
I remember calling out, knowing that you couldn’t hear – please, please stay.
Small servings of strong alcohol. Paired with cigars or cigarettes.
I did not stop crying, I merely ran out of tears,
I am all out of tired, out of angry, knees bent in futile prayers.
I begged and plead, “God, please don’t let this be true.”
But you’re gone and suddenly all those songs about heartbreak are about you.
J’entends ta voix dans tous les bruits du monde.