I could be the one.

The stranger

Soaked to the skin,

pushed into the pool,

glowing with shame,

a part of her died too.

The sun was setting,

the shadow disappearing,

reaching out in despair,

her eyes were tearing.

The tears drowned,

no one could tell,

no one ever knew

how she even fell.

The sky turned dark,

and she would softly sing,

I need you now,

but no one heard a thing.

M.