Silence Was Her Enemy

Solitude was her enemy, filled with fear of consequence. However much she teased at life, shredding the dreams of fragile men, fatigue would come and take her to the empty void, wherein she had lived as a child, without love and free of toys.

You can laugh at life it seems, and those dull folk who turn it’s wheels, but some hours after dusk, when partied out and lying alone, you may feel the advancing years seeping through your tired dreams.

She had found no answer on her voyage, as many people fail to do, but somehow on her anxious walk she introduced herself to me, and sitting under some ancient oak, with nothing to see apart from life, for reasons she did not disclose, she threaded her arm through mine, and said, “I could love you if you choose.”

I am as lost as man can be, I can not say it otherwise, but in her gaze, so drenched with doubt I somehow rediscovered hope, finding a purpose in my life, that she discover tranquillity.