If I go...

Could I call you for just a moment, for nothing really… just to hear a hello?
Just a little?
Just once?
Oh well... never mind!

Sometimes I forget entirely about how busy you are.
Couldn't we have come a little closer?
One last time?
This infinite thirst in my soul—I'm dying from it, writhing... how do I make you understand, beloved?

I feel like I've survived too much...
Is this what you call peace?
... this way I'm leaving?

If I go,
I won't return, not ever.
What else but wounded pride could break me?
Go on, I've saved you some time!
Thank me silently, won't you?