Elderly, tired, dartedly looking around the room,
searching for a friendly smile.
Alone, in the farthest corner, waiting to be sought
out and spoken to.
Tittering on the abject side of loneliness, afraid
of it's emptiness.
Song-filled memories, sung in ages past, bereft now
of the flavor and spice of life it once had.
Eyes catching sight of mine, reacting, a glistening
light begins and ends in a wide, beautiful smile.
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