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.
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.
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?