The Stranger There it goes. There you go. Why do I now feel the pain that we both shared? Now your eyes are cold. Why do you walk away without the burden I feel? Where did it go? Where did it go so wrong? I used to have a million dreams, ones before you and ones with you. Why now, can I not make ones after? #life moves on you say, well yes it does. We speak minimal words. I sit there watching you across a table we once shared. I try and find you through your words, I search for your smile or that glimmer of hope. But. It's not you, you are not there. A stranger sits before me, table 60. Without the removal of her coat, I know this stranger will not stay long. "#life goes on, a long time has gone." I hear the mumble of her words. Then she gets up and I watch that stranger walk out the door, the #life I had once before. I utter the words, something lodged. "#life goes on, but it doesn't mean it's right."