Us

A Free Verse Poem

I am now a strange pilgrim to you.

Along the unraveled threads of your memory, I journey, seeking sacred relics of Us, that just might trigger a spark across your illness-eaten pathways.

Finding none, I dare take your hand, just in case…

You look hollowly at me.

Then, a spectre of a spark finds the proper passage.

You see me.

And for a heartbeat of a precious second,

we are Us

again.

Sending a special thank you to Trisha Traughber for the prompt, Strange. Pilgrim, that brought me to write about Alzheimer’s disease.