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