I looked long
And hard
To find
Another
Kindred mind
Another soul
Just like mine
Just to chat
The days away
Wheat from chaff
The ins and outs
Of yesterdays
I never found
The chatty one
Who did walk
A similar path
Nor a love
Perhaps found
A truth never
Ever found
I realise
The ask was tough
More, even rough
Loneliness enough
Then one day
A sparkling light
Came to me
In the night
Not ghost
Or demon
Shown to me
Nor imagination
But angel
So real
In the mall
Of great appeal
The end is good
A warm embrace
A beautiful
Chatty, new face.
Michael Forty