Her Story

Not an only child she was a
lonely child, a dreamer whose
imagination carried her to a place
where dreams were the order of
her day, every day. Where her
companions were words
threaded in an endless collection
of stories where people like her
looked for companionship and
in the process forged their lives
or found them wanting, abandoning
the search in a despair of 
realization that life for them is
an open, lonely desert. She,
nothing if not determined, still
searches for the meaning that
eludes her, the companion she
has not yet met between the
covers of a printed book. Yet, on
occasion she has glimpsed
rounding the corner of a street
that elusive partner, as though
oblivious of her search for his
presence; getting on with his life.