Reminded of an excerpt from The Motorcycle Diaries...

I heard splashing on the boat
her bare feet
And sensed in our faces
the hungry dusk
My heart swaying between her
and the street, the road.
I don't know where I found the strength
to free myself from her eyes
to slip from her arms
she stayed, crying through rain and glass
clouded with grief and tears
Wait! I will come
walking with you.

-Miguel Otero Silva