Touched

I walk down the street
Tripping on that one stone,
That gets in the way,
Causing me to fall to the ground.
Bruised and battered,
I stumble back up
And fall back down again.

You walk down the street,
Hopping over that stone.
You see me down
On the ground.
And you don’t hesitate
To help me back up
On my feet.

You hold my hand
To make sure I’m alright—
I turn around to give my thanks
And you smile—
I realize then
Neither you or I—
Could touch
Without
Being touched.