"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.