Wait for me to return.
Only the wait will be hard.
Wait when the grief invades you, while you watch the rain fall. Wait when the winds sweep the snow.
Wait in the suffocating heat,
when others have stopped waiting, forgetting their yesterday. Wait even when letters do not reach you from far away. Wait even when others have tired of waiting.
Wait even when my mother and son believe that I no longer exist, and when friends sit by the fire to toast my memory.
Do not rush to offer for my memory you too.
Wait, because I will defy all deaths,
and let those who do not wait say I was lucky.
they will never understand that in the midst of death,
you, with your wait, you saved me.
Only you and I know how I survived.
It's because you waited, and the others did not.
Wait for Me, by Konstantin Simonov
(seen in The World at War)