Singing A Wife In Living Dead By Her Husband

Has passed three twilight,
But I'm still here,
Sitting quietly near the windows,
Staring wide open and emptys.

I await his feet, stepped on the home page,
I waited for the sound, of whistling and humming,
I hope that at the front door, sounded repeated his knocking,
I miss his voice, calling out my name tenderly.

Has changed, and many time the advices,
of my family and neighbors.
Should I put behind it rest in peace,
in the afterlife.

But I know right, they are wrong.
My husband did not die,
he just went to work,
surely arrive soon.

Indeed, it does not usually go home for so long,
But I believe his heart is always always faithful,
I wonder how many times again, until late afternoon,
Whether to keep trust, whenever it will return.

For who, would open the door for him,
When it suddenly come, knocking at night,
When drowsiness, pierced his eyes,
And the cold wind, slapped his face.

Who will set the table for him,
If he comes with a hungry appetite,
And who else would accompany it to sleep,
Envelop souls with matchless love.

Three twilight had passed, it had been the night anyway's,
But I remained on guard, near a windows,
Sitting motionless, staring at the thick darkness,
Soon, very soon, he would have arrived, surely comes.

Author's Note

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