she collected bits and bobs;
turned a discarded dream
into a story,
turned a lost screw
into a quest,
created clothing
from fabric,
healing from broken bottles.
she gave the inanimate
a life
because she had none
to claim as her own.
she wandered the streets
picking up odds and ends
head bobbing to some
inaudible melody,
stifled memories,
maybe hoping
that she'd fade away,
maybe hoping that
she'd give these lost objects purpose,
or maybe
hoping that one day,
she'd find something
to give her purpose.