Helen

Here, her eyes spoke deader. Heart longs for yonder.
Missing, just like her false teeth. Was her life meant for something more?
Just because.
"My husband…". A plot of land, almost riches. Deeply rooted in the systematized normalcies of society.
No more, no more. The mountains are lovely; a breath of fresh air. Back in the recesses of her mind.
Distant, uncountable by distance.
Her back aches, not more so her heart. Pretending to listen.
Almost a dream, amidst the shouts and screams.
Long black mane, silky and admirable. Played by the wind.
That mother of three. Who works for ringgits.
The trees, the soil, the darkness of night. Sweet potatoes, on the land she plows.
What is a washing machine?
By the riverbank she washes the clothes.
Plenty strong for a woman.
Not suited for the delicate lifestyle of her grumbling employer.
In a bustling town called Cheras. Been nowhere but Selangor in these three years.

Her handphone rings...
"Stupid," A mutter was heard...
Betrayed, just by emotions.
Dearest husband,
"Have you ever loved your wife?"

As the day draws closer,
Manila, the picture is vividly near.
A kiss to the head, and a hug, replaced words that could not be said.
"Do well, in Australia…". Her eyes were alight.
She's afraid, also brave.
Her mother, her children, will wait at the doorstep;
For she, is coming home.