A Stranger

Amidst the rumination of the eloquent empty lines I sit, a stranger on a bench at the river bank lives of the passersby are flashing glimpses in the mind's eye from morning pancakes to midnight instagram posts no matter how intently you would hear my words and laugh at my jokes, tomorrow morning I am a stranger, at the break of the dawn at the climax of exchanging numerous unmemorable words at dusk, a stranger on a bench at the river bank I will be No wonder I want to be estranged at a land where my words are foreign and so mute I can be.