Farewell love, without one regret
But listen, listen
Please gather up some things of mine
Left behind here.
Inside my bureau
My hair band made of yellow gold
And my little book of prayer
Please wrap them in an apron

And I will send for someone soon to retrieve them.
Hold on! Under the pillow
My bonnet’s there, the pink one.
It’s yours…if you want; it’s yours
Keep it as a memory of our love.
Our love! Farewell love.
Farewell, without one regret.

Now I’m returning
To where I first loved you.
All alone now; Mimi
A solitary nest beckons
Returns me to days long-past
To weave my paper flowers