Living In Paris Poor Like Sin

It seems as if I could not remember you:

The Pictures in your beautiful book...  Color pictures on shiny glossy paper.. with water marks......where a wet cup was once set:

But, there they were the photos some even signed from you to  me...... how could I have forgotten?

You reminded me.

I looked down inside the clear plastic bag you handed me of the once vibrant tropical fish.. they had all died.. in transit and a piece of coral too......

I dumped the dead  contents back into the sea from ankle deep water..

Inside the book were

The pictures dedicated from you  to me.... signed in blue ink even..... I had forgotten , I could not remember you, until you reminded me.

The old glossy papered Coffee Table book,, now a bit tattered.. a few discolorations and stains... but there they were the photographs ... from you to me...

Rich and Poor at the same time....... Traveling Thru.............

I coined a phrase.... for the true high life.

' Living  In   Paris Poor' Like Sin.