It was something on her lips,
in the way she smiled.
It was strange to think that she had lingered here
waiting for something to happen,
waiting for someone to come along.
It never occurred to her that what she looked for
would never appear.
She was touched by a certain gift
that would leave her alone forever.
Though this solitude would only be in spirit.
Friends she would have,
people to talk to, to know her.
She would never truly be by herself,
but still she would look over her shoulder,
wondering where that missing piece would be.
Feeling the years slip through her fingers,
she lived still, lonely, waiting,
for the solace she wished for
to be found in the arms of her other half.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017