There's another woman in my life.
She just appeared one night.
She arrives about 10 p.m.,
but leaves before morning.
She meets me in the hallway,
makes no demands or threats.
My wife says she can't see her.
I have tried tricking her
by watching for her at different times.
She is always here.
I have better things to do
than to be up all night
chasing after another woman.
I suspect she is here
even when I'm not.
She doesn't follow me to other places.
Perhaps it isn't me she is looking for.
She only shows part of her face.
Perhaps she is shy.
Perhaps she is coy.
Perhaps she is disfigured.
She speaks not a word.
Gives no sign of recognition.
Merlely seems to wait and watch.
I'll check again tonight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem