I am greatly indebted to you,
so much so that now
I'm letting you go.
I know that you loved me
I could feel it,
I want to lie in your forgiveness.
I'm going to pretend
as if you had never left,
that you've simply gone away1 and nothing more.
And the memory of you,
when I'm sad;
will keep my loneliness company.
I want my absence
to be like two great wings
that you can undertake.
On that long flight of stairs
I hope it'll take you anywhere.2
Here amongst the emptiness
I'll say it all.
I'll find a way to move on,
until the years
seal your memory away,
I'll never stop asking myself:
Where might my spring be?
where has the sun hidden from me
that it has forsaken my garden
and has in turn, withered my soul?
1. on a trip2. lit. 'may you lose yourself wherever those long flight of stairs take you'.