An amused smile flashes across your eyes when I come to you to say that I am going. I have rendered this role so often that you are convinced that I will return before long. To be honest, I have the same qualm.
The season of spring comes again year after year; the full moon departs and comes forth again., the flowers blossom and bloom time after time, and it is probable that I go only to come back to you again.
But keep the delusion for a while; do not dismiss it in a flurry.
When I say, I am going away and leaving you, acknowledge it as a fact, and for one moment let tears befog the rim of your eyes.
Then when I come back, smile as archly as you like.