Look I know her, but I do not,
for she regularly takes a long walk down the pier,
yes, she of blonde hair and raging mind and heart,
she beckons the waves with her charms,
and tries to send them far away from here,
for she has desires to swamp them all,
for they abandoned her in a country far away,
when she was small,
and now, she wonders of her parents,
and of how they could be so unloving,
and callous as to abandon her and disappear,
and look,
again, she mutters their names,
and look, a tear,
yes, look and see how it drops,
and mingles with the waves,
look,
look as she wipes it away,
look as she wipes it away on another lonely day,
and on another lonely year.
Look,
as she gently caresses her pregnant stomach.
Look as the wind begins to howl through her hair,
yes, I have seen it many times before,
oh, look, she is climbing over the edge!
Run!
Nooooooooo!
Too late!
She has disappeared far from here!
