Madame

I receive, the moment I come home
Your blue missive, Madame.
I read it twenty times, and my eyes can't believe it.
Yet, it's written there, Madame
And I feel penetrated by your pain
But I can do nothing, Madame.
You know, today, that having lost him,
It's heavy to bear, Madame.
You ask for forgiveness for not understanding
What our love was, Madame.
You only had that son, you were afraid of him
And you kept him, Madame.
Don't ask me what my life has been
When you took him from me, Madame.
I've always been silent, it's not today
That I would tell you, Madame.
You would have preferred, to find him there,
That he died a hero, Madame.
Yes, it would have been nobler, I believe,
Than dying of love, Madame.
But whether he died here or died there,
Would you have shed fewer tears?
He decided, he alone had the right.
You must resign yourself, Madame.
It's too late now for me to come back to you
And you will grow old alone, Madame.
And don't blame me if I seem cruel
But I loved him too much, Madame
So that at the end of the day, by a fireplace,
We could evoke together, Madame,
The one that, you and I, we adored
And lost together, Madame.
But grief confuses me, forgive me.
I ache for your pain, Madame.
But what to do, what to say, since he's gone?
I can do nothing for you, Madame.
For the second time, he will separate us.
No, I will not come, Madame,
Because losing him twice is heavy to bear.
You will understand me well, Madame.
I receive, the moment I come home,
Your blue missive, Madame.
I read it twenty times, and my eyes can't believe it.
Yet, it's written there, Madame
And I feel penetrated by your pain
But I can do nothing more, Madame.
You will know, like me, that having lost him
It's heavy to bear, Madame...