A forlorn hope...

A few months ago
The breaking news showed the tribulation of the attacks. Nothing untouched. None spared. The torture mirrored in each of their eyes.
There among the victims, I saw the face. It could be her.

My quest never ended.

Last night, at a soirée
A silhouette of a woman. Visible semblance. Maybe, it was her.

The same pout, smirk, scowl and frown. All alike.
A tear rolled down my cheek and onto the photo of her smiling face.

Where are you? My other wing, my twin.

Clutching at my last hope, the address and number to her door