Lost and Found

Sunlight flits into her room,

It dances over a patch on the wall
And on her lips a melancholic tune,
As she wakes to this first day of fall.

The garden a patchwork quilt of yellow and orange,
The trees a barren brown,
Leaves crunching and rustling in whispers strange,
Etched upon her face though, is a miserable frown.

She had loved, she had trusted;
She had been betrayed, she had been scarred.
Her heart now a fiery red lump of blood and anger
Her pale blue eyes like frozen ice but colder.

She wondered what it meant to betray,
Would she then forget it to forgive him? Nay.
For though she knew what it was to feel betrayed,
She knew not how to soothe her nerves so frayed.

She had lost a piece of herself,
She had lost a friend;
An empty space now filling soul and mind
She could no longer be her gay older self.

Quiet and withdrawn
With a cocoon veiling her
She felt shielded from cunning and harm,
Was disconnected with human touch and human love.

Time they say is the best among healers
But better than human love?
When she went into that shell of hers
She lost human touch; she lost human love.

Years did pass,
She eventually did forget and forgive,
But nothing filled the vast emptiness
That zapped the desire to live.

Until one morning while on her walk
She saw a decrepit greybeard,
Bent over, gazing hard at a green stalk
His wheezy breath frightening away little birds.

She knew that wheeze, she knew that quizzical look
She had tried so hard, she had tried so long
To forget that smile and that look
Yet there, into her mind his memories flitted along.

Looking at this senile, helpless creature
She felt the emptiness gradually fill
And all in a moment she knew who he was
And all she wanted was to be with him.

'He is my father, my father'
She thought and walked up to him,
Held his hand; tight did she hug him
And remained there forever.