mourning in loops

Low clouds lean over the avenue,

Streetlamps flicker in shades of blue.

La ville respire, lente et fragile,

Sous un ciel lourd,

presque immobile.

A distant siren cuts through the night,

Then disappears beyond the light.

Le silence arrive sans prévenir,

Comme une main

qui vient retenir.

The pavement shines with a borrowed glow,

Where all the lost ones come and go.

A paper cup rolls by the drain,

Turning circles in the rain.

Your old black coat still holds your scent,

A trace of warmth,

a life half-spent.

Je le porte

quand je veux dormir,

Pour sentir

ton absence revenir.

Don’t call me from the other side,

I’ve made a home where ghosts can hide.

Je ne veux plus courir après

Les promesses mortes

de l’été.

Let the cold wind cross my skin,

Let the night undo the sin.

If love was fire,

let ashes fall,

I won’t rebuild that burning wall.

The windows watch with sleepless eyes,

Each one a room,

each one a lie.

Somewhere above, a kettle sings,

While loneliness unfastens things.

You told me, “Love should set you free”,

But freedom looked like leaving me.

J’ai compris trop tard le prix,

Des mots qu’on garde

enfouis.

I’ll carry sorrow like a stone,

Not as a chain,

but as my own.

Et si demain vient sans lumière,

Je marcherai quand même sur la terre.

Morning stains the roofs with grey,

Night loosens slowly, fades away.

La pluie s’éteint sur les balcons,

Comme une vieille chanson.

No grand goodbye, no sacred sign,

Just your forgotten hand in mine.

I let it go beneath the rain,

And found my pulse beneath the pain.

The city wakes, the buses start,

A thousand

footsteps leave the dark.

Je ne suis plus celle d’hier,

Je respire au bord de la lumière.

Between the silence and the sound,

Between the sky and underground,

Your name grows small,

then disappears, Like smoke dissolving in my tears.