Don’t go far off,
not even for a day, because –
because — I don’t know how to say it:
a day is long
and I will be waiting for you,
as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off
somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me,
even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette
never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids
never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander madly over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back ?
Will you leave me here, dying ?
~ Pablo Neruda ~
