Matza di Lourde

Letting go

 I felt your soul touchin' me,

I saw your eyes aligned and

the caress in my hair,

The need to forget

sharpen ingenuity

First I get used to your absence;

all the stuff we need

forget, must be kept present

Look until the eyes are tired

as the image fades,

Lose focus, step by step,

And at that dawn of the goal

and with astonishing persistence

(a stubborn constancy)

suddenly, to what is due to me

All steps were taken

 (n’oubliez jamais)

And in them, I lose thee,

 thou shalt find thee

finally absent, forgotten

so be it,

so arduous, yet necessary, 

my courage in the last step, 

to let go

In Pardonnez mais n’oubliez jamais