Don't go far off, not even for a day

She sits quietly before the fire, legs tucked beneath her, watching him as he tends to Blue, comforts a stranger, watches the Lady and waits, heart bending to serve. His golden eyes take in everything; he moves with elegance, his harvest colored fur shining in the firelight. Her craving for him fairly takes her breath away.

"Don't go far off, not even for a day, because —
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.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
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.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?"

Pablo Neruda