Absence

To know you exist: It is motive for my existence. To hear a sign, a song from you, Every morning, as soon as I wake up: It is a motive to carry on living the day, With what may come—I can endure. Your song rises with the sunrise—so I rise And smile, and I cry for a while, and I smile again; For I am alive—we are both alive. Most of the time, it suffices… Do I not live through you? Are you not all my thoughts, my feelings, My emotions? For if you were constantly with me, I would have lost myself completely in you, And I could have not distinguish it from yourself; Thus in absence, we have the chance To know the other half, without immersing In the amalgam of us two: Thus, we keep a part of ourselves For ourselves.