The days pass by, at that point a month, at that point a year,
what's more, still during that time I see not a change.
Regardless of what happens, despite everything you aren't here,
what's more, how you just vanished is what's peculiar.
No clarification, no notice, simply gone.
I wish I had quite recently some of your bravery
to go abandon one stormy morning at day break,
to abandon one day with no message.
How I ache for some place to be reestablished
or then again to simply vanish, just not to be,
not to see, not to feel, not to hear you,
the apparition that you are, which I long to be.
In any case, the same number of days that I need to go,
there are increasingly that I need to stay and know.
