She Was the One
She was the one at the party
Who was standing in the corner alone,
Drink untouched in her hand,
Watching others connect.
She was the one at the mall
Who was walking among families and couples,
Hearing their laughter and their quiet conversations,
Her eyes lowered to the floor.
She was the one in the restaurant
Who was listening to couples sharing their day
And the voices of children laughing and crying,
Silently eating with her partner across the table.
She was the one in her home
Who was wandering through empty rooms
Looking for a companion, longing to hear a voice,
Sharing a house but alone.
She was the one walking through life
Who was looking for the place
Where loneliness did not live.
© Barbara Flass 2011