Pink Lady

In carnation shades she wanders the same streets. A daily amble in familiar haunts. On her desolate journey, she shrugs companionship, a roaming existence. I am drawn to her roseate aura, curiosity sparked by her eccentricity-always in the opposite direction to me. Does anyone else see her or is it just me? Is she real or my guardian angel? (Imagined) With knees drawn up, head deep in thought, shrouded in lacy tree-shadows she waits patiently and I wonder who for.