HOLLOW!

There's often a sensibility about her, soulful, smiling disguising the inner pain, a private wound and hurt. She no longer lingers about the night in bars waiting for Mr. Right, no! despatched and armed with girlfriends she walks the empty aisles of black and white film genre to familiarise herself with love.
Children now grown still accompany her at times, she delights in them and always covetous to fulfil their dreams herself, she lives her life through them and the quaint offerings of the lonely hearts club that take seldom journeys to the local bars and restaurants in the hope of being seen and adored once more.
Hopes are dashed whilst dreams are forgotten her heart is sick, dying slowly a somber death all the while she masks her pain with a gently smile. She is deliberate and beautiful, elegant and talented but wastes away in the despair of a love lost. Her fragrance is sweet and sweeps through the valleys of her day, noticed by those who merely lust she still wanders aimlessly and is haunted by her inner seclusions. She looks in all the wrong places and now trusts to easily those who mean her harm, stay away you beauty, wrap yourself in His comfort and remain astute to those who are wanton. The nights are alone with many spent by the fire of winters dread, loyalty at her side as mans best friend lays quiet, bringing comfort and relief to her fragile state, she strokes his coat and stares blank at the flickering flames whilst shadows of loneliness dance.

Delicately she maneuvers her body a gentle approach in all she does, refined with simplistic grace, softness and care she contours her every move. She cooks with such significant beauty, succulent is her every meal, nurtured and full of colour as she displays it on a single setting. A candle is lit and a glass of wine sits on the large empty table, she executes an undeniable refrain and eats alone once more. A woman of wonder she must prevail with solitude for now and pursue the search for her long awaited soul mate. The wind is constant, it howls too, for it comes to her but is also empty and brings naught. Rushing about franticly it soon departs in despair, there is no scent....she is hollow. How abate has her life come from exhilarating and charmed to nostalgically remorseful. Sorrow now encompasses many of her routines whilst the sky is blue and the heavens dazzle us with the spirit of love, the sun does beat upon every living creature, yet this one, this gorgeous one! Is shadowed, shadowed, shadowed under the weight of her emptiness and coupled to this adversary, loneliness.