Ref:
last Queen last paragraph page 35
Weeks crawl along.
Hurried, tight-lipped,
he leaves at dawn,
returns after sundown.
Our simple meal
takes an hour.
The rest of the day
stretches—
endless.
A dingy mud hut
needs little care.
The narrow window
lets in
no sunlight.
Like a drowning person,
I grapple with time-
Hoping -
yet unwanting
the night
to bring him back.
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