a dark night. 
a young girl
walks
alone
her steps echoing
unfamiliar footsteps

no destination
vaigely familiar streets
not far 
from a place
she calls
Her home
(for now)

a bench
two strangers
conversation
idle chatter
turning
heartfelt.
developing
connection. 

he admires her wit
which she is quick to deny
her mind is flawed.
fragmented.
fractured. 
insanity, 
she claims.

He places a hand on her shoulder
A gesture, perhaps,
to ease tension?
But she is relaxed, 
Chemically
Pre-balanced

She tells a tale
about a life long lost
distant memories
Recollections 
Of pain. 

Connection deepens
he listens 
does he care?
to her,
just words. 
Meaningless? 

He says 
I see you trust me 
she nods 
puzzled 
For she doesnt know, 
what it is 
To trust

His ears are open
he is there
he listens
as his hands 
softly
inch
downward

She's there, 
Or is she?
she allows 
touch. 
hoping his grimy fingers
will bring her body, 
her soul, 
to lIfe.
but they dont. 

In a flash, he was gone. 

And the only memory
lingering from the night before
the eyes of a stranger
glaring into her soul 

You wont remember this tomorrow?.