Her

such a poignant write lovely lady..

beautifully done..

love Crim

Thanks Crim. I see her all the time...<3

Wow. This was sad. I was not expecting such sadness.

One can only hope that she at least has felt love in her life...

even w/the tenderness beneath the toughness,
love is denied.
splendid composition...

Thank you John. <3

This is so sad,
 No one should be alone.
There are many like her
though. A very touching
write dearest L

Keith

Loneliness does not discriminate...<3

Sometimes we all have to except our own hardships.
Hope she has her own happiness as well :-)

I agree, DC....<3

An eternal loneliness without love, a life no one wishes for... I relate so perfectly to this existence... jj

We are loved more than any of know, JJ. <3

Aaawww... Plz tell me Her is not U!?
It broke my heart n will re break it
if it is u... :(

No I am not "her". I do see her from time to time though...shes a homeless woman.

Mysterious, this is a very heartbreaking write.. filled with the passion of longing.. very well penned.. with love..



Dave

Thank you Dave. <3

Miss Lady, Miss Lady. . .*beautiful* & *haunting* in all its sorrow. . .xo, Devlin.

Thanks sweetie. <3

I've seen plenty of homeless women like this.  Their life seems to have no end, but some still try to make the most of it.  You clearly care about this "her" Mysteriouslady.

" Sadness lives in her eyes
the darkness is her friend"

You might be her friend as well.  Fine work.    

Thanks Crow. The only thing I know about her thats for sure is shes a mysterious lady til the end....

Mysterious indeed. Your poignant write painted a picture of this person, and a very sad existence.
Blessed, but I am not sure if I have ever know anything close to this type of loneliness.

Thanks Slow. She lives a sad life, this "her" of mine. I can only hope at one pint in her life, she felt loved and wasnt afraid.

This speaks of your compassion and empathy, the ability to feel genuine heartache for someone you've never known...
Simply beautiful!

Thanks Beautiful. I see her often however I do not know her name....<3

Walking wounded, drifting nobodies... Are bridges between humanity and utter isolation from the universe. Remembering, acknowledging, feeling for the detritus of society touches our own hidden fear of complete isolation.