I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
DONT GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Dont go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I dont 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.
Dont 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.
Dont leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment youll have gone so far
Ill wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda