Rue Something

Three AM: three dozen or so friends we'd met hours ago

Filled a bar to capacity

You'd learned school French for a year

Ordered 36 beers

We all cheered your audacity

Asleep on the cubicle floor

We all tried the door

And assumed it was some fumbling junkie

Well, you had gone missing before for an hour or more

So it just hadn't sunk in

If I knew then what I knew ten hours later

I would have waited

Bleary-eyed, freezing and shocked as they unscrewed the lock

You slurred "merci" then "mercy"

Kicked through the picturesque rain to the edge of the Seine

No-one knew where you were

See, if I knew then what I knew ten hours later

I would have waited

Broken ribs hurt when you walk

Red chalk on wet café blackboards

Taxis slow and then go

Their red eyes looking back at you stumbling

You missed the bus, we lost touch

You don't talk to me much

When you do it's with kindness

The last time we met there were tears

You said "Mate, it's been years

Can we leave this behind us?"

But I knew then what I know ten years later

I should have waited

Oh, the details don't matter

It was such-and-such plaza

Some avenue, maybe

Rue something? Rue something