Hide & Seek

C’est la vie.” I think of his droopy eyelids setting into a deep coma-like sleep as he smirked and whispered those words into my ear last night in his terrible French accent. His last words to me replay in my head like a broken record, and I’m desperate to bottle them up and keep them safe for eternity because he is gone.

At first, I thought he was out for an early morning walk, perhaps to admire the remarkable, regal Parisian architecture one last time before we headed back to San Francisco tonight. Maybe he wanted to surprise me with some more of those…