Sonnet LXV – Pablo Neruda (I wait for you like a lonely house) Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly.
I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows.
Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned; so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.