Quando vais, deixas o vazio aqui. Na minha cama e no meu peito. O vazio da sua presença que aquece. Mas quando vais, deixas também a marca da lembrança que me faz sorrir a semana inteira. Deixas o vazio da saudade, mas a memória que aquece na lembrança, na alegria que brilha o sentimento. Deixas a vontade de você. Sempre.

Would you leave me if I told you what I've done?
And would you leave me if I told you what I've become?
'Cause it's so easy to say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love, to say it to you out loud

Because I think that if we go away to someplace together, I'm afraid that, ah, one day, maybe not today, maybe, maybe not tomorrow either, but one day suddenly, I may begin to cry and cry so very much that nothing or nobody can stop me and the tears will fill the room and I won't be able to breath and I will pull you down with me and we'll both drown. 

And leaving you (there are no words to untangle it)
Your life, fearfull and immense and blossoming,
so that, sometimes frustated, and sometimes
    understanding
Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star.

                                            Rainer Maria Rilke