"Farewell" by Jorge Luis Borges
Between my love and I they’ve raised
three hundred nights like three hundred walls
and the ocean will be a magic between us.
There will be but memories.
Or afternoons deserved by pity,
hopeful nights of looking at you,
fields of my path, firmament
of which I am seeing and losing…
Definitive like a marble
Casting a gloom over your absence other afternoons.