Crossing the street near Tour St. Jacques

Take my hand.
Walk me to the other side.
I never know
Which way the traffic’s going.
No, you don’t need to look inside,
I’ve been there and
It’s not worth showing.

Not due to any melodrama,
Or my attempt at sad romance.
It is because today it’s sunny
And, honey, darling, we’re
In France!

A crossing back we’re passing strangers,
Now I am pollen in the wind.
So catch me, please,
I’m scared of landing
Or numbly floating in this breeze.

Across the road,
Is all I’m asking.
For I can’t get there
All alone.
Then you’ll be gone,

And where will I be?
Another crossing close to home.