Il est la gloire dans la vérité. (There is glory in truth.)

C'est drôle, la vie, où nous a conduit.
Tu as été mon tout.
Et maintenant?
Vous êtes le grain de poussière sur ma fenêtre.
Les oiseaux murmure votre nom,
Mais je ne tourne pas, pas plus.
J'espère que vous savez ce que vous avez perdu,
Parce que vous avez depuis longtemps perdu moi.
Le monde vient de boucler la boucle,
La lune se lève encore et le soleil toujours fixe.
Mais dans mon coeur,
Vous avez perdu votre place.

Vous ne font plus partie de moi.

(It is funny, life, where it takes us.
You were my everything.
And now?
You are a speck of dust on my window.
The birds whisper your name,
But I do not turn any more.
I hope you know what you lost
Because you've long since lost me.
The world comes full circle,
The moon rises again and the sun always sets.
But in my heart,
You have lost your place.

You are no longer part of me.)


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I will admit, I was experiencing a bitter-sweet feeling when I wrote this.  It was more of a sense that this person had lost a privilege - being in my life.  At the same time, however, it portrays a sense that life goes on and that, though it will be challenging, I will get through it.