Perfect Stranger

It’s 8:45pm Monday night, I just get out of work and you are
somewhere between LA and Detroit.　
Only after you left, I start to truly feel lonely again.　
Although we don’t see each other during the week,
especially not on Monday night, I feel secure knowing I can reach you with a
simply phone call while you are here.　No, secure isn't the right word.
I feel I am with friends.

Without your gaze, I am back to be a total stranger in this city.

在電腦前忙碌著, 偶然一回頭, 發現天已經黑了. 想到你的時候你竟已在千里之外了 .
故意和同事大說大笑的. 笑聲的余音還回蕩在空中,
心里已經感到了落寞.　 回家路上,車的影城市的燈光,　都變得有了距离有點陌生.
面無表情的進去超市, 9點已過, 超市里慘白的日光燈仍然亮著,
里面的工人已經收拾起魚肉和海鮮, 并且用水管沖地, 隨著嘩拉嘩拉的水聲,
帶起來魚肉的腥臭味,讓我的心情更加蓬頭詬面起來.　走過柜台前,
帶著倦意的cashier頭也不抬的說出9塊2分.　對于她,我是六個yogurt和一盒藥草.　 兩個少年對我吹起了口哨, 在他們眼里,我只是一个迟归的陌生女子.
沒有了你的凝視, 在這個城市里,我又變成了旅居之人.