I CANNOT SUFFER YOU ABSCENCE BECAUSE
Maybe nothing is without you fogging a mirror
Without you moving making crescents out of moons;
It is without you walking beside me, it is without
You on the adjacent pillow; without you in my bed.
Without you light will not find itself around you;
Though golden others will not perceive it,
Inferring that no one knew it was growing
Like the insipient redness of a rose.
In short, I cannot suffer your absence because,
What is Spain without Andre Segovia, what is
Art without Picassco, I cannot live without you
Absence is such a big house, each empty room
Is a soul chamber devoid of your essence and the
Raw naked truth is, I can never live without you