No single tear is for you

Eyebags forming. Dilated pupils. The one starting pulling away. Leg-crossed and the hand supporting the chin. The right arm falls in imbalance. Leg does not stop moving back and forth. So quick turning excitement into torture. Searching the whole river in the eyes was reached. Now it‘s just a motionless navy blue. Welcoming the seabird to stop and scream for him. Came near attacking and steal my lovely hat. Even my tears have a better taste. Typical blue eyes did not respond much. What have my pupils just read? Am I yearning too much? Is he one of the others or the man? My bebi how I call them? The wave shall again come and drown me. Even though no one pulled me in the boat. My lookalike man begged me. But I refused. His, my hat, falling in on my face gently like a feather. Shielding my eyes from witnessing incoming danger. The look with such sincerity. He would turn it into a flirt. But him, like he is meeting his final farewell. A complete stranger. With the same survival instinct like me.