Reflection

I drag my hand through the water…

It’s a lovely feeling.

It moves in between my fingers

And splashes delicately onto my skin.

I always loved the water.

But today,

I don’t feel it.

No,

I only stare at it.

I look into the depths of what is blue and green and grey,

And what I find is my reflection -

Distorted in the streaks of the water.

Maybe it’s alive,

Maybe it knows me,

Maybe it realizes I’ve changed.

The water used to sparkle

And shine.

It was beautiful.

But now…

What have I done to it?