Thank You, Dear,
Last Lover


Thank you, dear,
for being the shadow
in which I might hide all my life.
Thank you, night.
Though yet in darkness,
how could I ever forget you?

Heart whispering,
piercing ache,
a life spent urgently seeking each other.
Thank you , dear,
my last lover,
for letting me know first love.

You are the night
in which I find sanctuary.
There the wound seems to have healed.
You are the knife.
I ooze blood.
Even now the cut remains intact.

That you may have a apart
in the remnants,
I give you an even share of me.
All the lovers I’ve known
still weep,
sharing tears they shed,
lonely….


Translate by James Banerian
Original Title Cảm Ơn Em, Người Tình Cuối