21 Days

21 days since I laid eyes on you
Three weeks of cleansing your love from my thighs
Heartless waves crash me deep into blue
Still I hope the sunrise delivers a piece of you

The emptiness in my bed twists your words into lies
Leaving me wondering if you even miss being here

Closing off this heart of mine
To begin the recovery one last time

Yes, this really is my last tear
At least I'll try.

Pablo Neruda Poem

I love this poem and was recently reminded of how much I love this man's writing.

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda