On a sunny Wednesday evening I went walking.

 By the river to the dogs I was talking.

I came across a lonely figure sitting.

She had no one to talk to or even a dog to call.

Did she not have a friend that she could phone?

 Why was she sitting there all alone?

Could she be thinking through a problem?

 Perhaps she just wanted to be alone.

The river and I just passed slowly by.
The rivers slate grey coldness mirrored the lonely scene.

Not a word or a glance did we share.

She may not have even noticed I was there.

I don’t know why she was there.

Now she will remain forever a lonely figure in my mind.