My love, can you hear that? It is my heart that beats for you. The dew has long settled, where are you? My feet are sore, breasts heavy, belly sagging, and the time waits for no one. Will you come back? My ears hurt, a child wails, the crown pierces my skull, and my heart is lonely. Are you coming? I sit at the window, put on my make up, look at the mirror. Maybe you won't come. S.V
