Contact
Her gait unsteady
Eyes that see poorly
She is vulnerable
As a child
But with an adult body
She takes my hand
Hers are scarred
Broken by bite marks
She locks our fingers
Slight smile on her face
As she giggles
As if the fog lifts for a moment
I wonder at her thoughts
Then connection broken
She lets go
And returns to her dreams
Now only memory remains
As the only evidence
That this fleeting moment
Happened at all