Even I, a man so used to being alone,
Can find it too much, traveling on my own,
Wandering through coutries whose speech I do not speak,
Looking at distant lands, when it’s your heart I seek.
Knowing there are times I must leaves,
And give my heart a chance to grieve,
And yet, so far from you, you are all I think of–
Wishing, not hoping, absence will renew your love.
