Don’t go far off, not even for a day,because I don’t know how to say it – a day is longand I will be waiting for you, as inan empty station when the trains areparked off somewhere else, asleep.Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because thenthe little drops of anguish will all run together,the smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me, choking my lost heart.Oh, may your silhouette never dissolveon the beach, may your eyelids never flutterinto the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me fora second, my dearest, because in that moment you’llhave gone so far I’ll wander mazilyover all the earth, asking, will youcome back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Pablo Neruda