When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my moon and my sun
At night, I don't rest, I have no sleep
Since your beautiful body is not there
Mine stayed very cold
In the absence of your warmth
Too far from happiness.

When you leave
I do not sing
I am late
Slow is my stepping
It's sadness, it's death
My thoughts are on you, on you
Everything annoys me under the roof
It's my sun that's not there
It's my moon that slips away
And it's the exodus of my hope
Under the non-starry vault in the evening.

Love, you see
That I love you with passion
You are my treasure, my good
You're the one who gives me the way
To live with the greatest respect
In an atmosphere of love and peace.

Love, when you leave
My pen is weeping
I'm scared, I'm dying
And I drink like a bibulous sleeve.

P.S. Translation of “Amour Quand Tu Pars” by
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © December 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.