tattooed images

today an image of that waif came into my mind's eye. it has been a while. since sundown i have been pondering what caused me to think of her after all these months. i wonder where she is. i can see her off-canted downward gaze looking at me. it was the way she would ask a question without words. some images become tattooed into your retina, her gaze is one of those. but i know not of her whereabouts, she has isolated herself as i have isolated myself. we seem to understand each other's loneliness but only move to reinforce it rather than change it. it must be the strangeness of our horse nature...