I Am A Stranger

I stare at the water, and I see a stranger.
Why doesn't the water drift that stranger away?
Why? . . . .

She's crying, not moving an inch
Sometimes, it feels like she would disappear, but she stays still
like a rock would in a barren desert of cold, cold ice.

I try to touch her face to calm her down,
But she vanishes, and comes back again.

Why does she run from my touch?
Is she afraid of me?
What did I do?
Am I the reason she's crying?

Please, please stop crying . . . .

Cold, cold tears flow down my face
I can't stop crying
I shouted in this big, big place
Not a soul could hear me. Not one.

It was then that I realized,
I was the stranger in the water.