The quiet one .

It’s not in the words she says . It’s everything she doesn’t say.  Her mind says yes tell it all but her heart reminds her to take the alternative route the one less traveled . Full of superfluous nouns and phrases but not one adjective and her pronouns are known as her the quiet one . It’s her in body but not in spirit. She hides in brief conversation and she knows all about the weather . She checks everyday on her safe subject matter but you will never really know her but you will see her in her bright pink rain Mac even on a sunny day . She’s already ten steps ahead while others are left five behind with a hello and the hint of    
a smile and on she goes . A walking book of  many pages but none are shared . She’s know as a peculiar curiosity who is neither nasty or friendly but if you want a rain check she’s the lady . She’s weathered a few storms and each time she lost more of her vocabulary it’s all stored in the pockets of her coat where her keys sit in silence snuggled together..they are safe and sound but in truth they feel she’s a bit crazy but it’s finger on lips time and remembering the least said the sooner mended . They’re waiting while she left her    
sewing kit behind many years ago In another’s cupboard .