Traveler is my lover...

 

who am I?

A soapy actress waiting for her traveler,
a pile of books in a corner with a screen on,
waiting for her traveler.

hoping this too shall pass.
when everything seems senseless,
always longing, making me exhausted.
yet still waiting for my traveler...

is this all I know?
was I naively stupid or just stupid?
will my traveler come home to me,
will they? would they?

will I receive a letter?
or is it just a waste for them?
would they care for me-
if I was half killed,
would they be next to me?

you walked past me, for your journey-
I am waiting for the unfinished conversation.
Can I forget all the yearnings like you do?
I am a soapy actress, waiting for her traveler

- to the travel