mon amour, ma cherie, mon chou, ma puce, ma sardine
c'est toi mon amour

mon chapeau
there's a photo you took of me wearing the chapeau
i have on that ugly striped shirt that i spent way too much on,
which i sold on grailed almost exactly a year later by the way
and those glasses that you said made me look like one of the three blind mice

mon amour
life seems cyclical these days
the same words i used to whisper to you through our glass screens
i now utter softly into his ears

mon amour, mon cheri, mon chou, ma puce, ma sardine
c'est toi mon amour