Braille

It might have been
that she lost it
and then lost it again,
being blind to what's missing.
She found it once,
and she knew she could find it again.
At that stage, she must have forgotten
about the braille next to the elevator,
at which point, like a guide dog,
I directed her left hand towards it.
I wanted her to feel every ridge
but she resisted and took my hand
and grappled for a bump with her other one.
The tiny plateaus became circular
and beautiful beyond seeing.
The elevator opened and I was left alone.