Je Veux Aller Après Elle(I Will Go And Find My Love) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Je veux aller après elle.
(I will go and find my love)

Nothing is easy for the dead:
our tears torture them… again... again
They hear all that is said.

Locked outside our heads
they cry to be…let in…let in...
nothing is easy for the dead.

They listen to our dreams in bed
our grief drives them insane
they hear all that is sad.

They watch our faces fade
"j'ai perdu…perdu..." the shape of men.
Nothing is easy for the dead

They break…into…our head
remember…try…forget…their name
they hear all that is... un-said.

" … should have loved…if only I…said instead..! "

Spring haunts them…they want to return again

nothing is easy for the dead

they hear all that is...