In the middle of a lake sits a woman.
She awaits you every night. She’ll wait all day and all night.
You do not know her.
You cannot see her.
She still waits
Patiently,
Longingly.
For what reason should she wait
In this lake?
Maybe,
You do know her,
But you cannot acknowledge her.
For this lake is all but her own.
A lake of despair.
She claws at you.
She wails, “ Look at me, look at me!”
You cannot see her,
Hear her,
Be near her,
Know her,
And that is what hurts the most.