*
Don’t leave. Pretend, instead,
that I love you as before... Think back,
at nights I’d lie awake
not to leave you, mornings
you waited
at the foot of the bed, for me...
And the days would rush like lightning,
as we had no time to stop and think,
to think how long we’d last... How did we
end? Hungry for life, you began,
simply, to leave; now,
how can I call you back,
if the very sight of you
fading
enthralls me?
(Translated by Anthony Molino)