Blank Joy

She who did not come, wasn't she determinednonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?

If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you arethe center of all my labors and my loves.

If I've wept for you so much, it's becauseI preferred you among so many outlined joys.

Translated by A.

Poulin