Retrieval

When I was a child, I didn’t need other people like I do now. I was young enough to realize I had the rest of my life to meet them. Now, in my later years, I see everything so differently. I can feel alone and so separated from the child. I want so much to go back there and retrieve her. I miss her so very much. How did she do it? How did she exist, so strong, hopeful and bright, like a lighthouse in the storm?