Someone To Talk To

She walks past the coffee shop window White hair, Face wreathed in wrinkles- Seeming somehow lost to the world, Pursuing another aimless day Consumed with nothing. Her eyes light up! Someone approaches. A friend,relative, Greetings of recognition And smiles all round. Now animated chatter from the pair Along with constant change of expression, Alert,intent. Listening one to the other. Then the meeting ends. Life continues, Each go seperate ways. She walks on White hair Face wreathed in wrinkles, Only now shining with LIFE. Warmed by the brief touch of human contact- Of having had someone to talk to.