When will you come my dear?
I long for you so, long for you every day.
When will I feel your caress again?
You were brought near, but I abstained.
Just the thought of you calms me down.
"Maybe it's near" I think to myself,
"maybe it's soon", and my body relaxes.
My nerves letting go.
My heart is so troubled, its heavy like lead.
I am so very tired, and you are my bed.
When will you come and give me relief.
When will I no longer live in grief.
"and yet she waits for me, year after year,
to so delicately undo an old wound,
to empty my breath from its bad prison."