She...is she you?

She lifts her hand
and waves
to the passersby that only know her
Old and broken

Where was she?

Her feet pacing the halls from
a wheelchair,
no longer supporting body
yet propelling from place to place...

Where is she?

She searches the halls
for the familiar
seeing only
confusion and questions.

Who is she?

She smiles,
a distant memory , her friend and solace
and then a glimpse of now,
lunchtime.

She is here.

She scuffles her feet towards the dining room..
smells of fish and mushy potaoes awaiting..
she stops..

Where was she?