Before you formulate a thought,
I’ll be leaving already,
away from your arms
who beckon me,
of the lips that call me
and your hands, which I adore,
and that they can no longer arrest me.
Before you wake up from the dream
I will be gone,
and your appeals will no longer be valid
and my promises will have already lost
all the value.
Before you can sense,
I will no longer be the company
who accompanied you, step by step,
night to night, every day.
Before you can break down crying,
I will miss you already,
your memory and strength
that, without me, will keep you alive
for all life.