I still think of you


I still think of you


in the morning,

when the winds play across telephone wires

and winter’s trees.

I carry your face before me

like a sacred chalice, or a goal I cannot reach.

There are things that have changed me,

but the loss of you has split me wide like

never before. I see colours differently. I touch

icicles and give up all other truths. I believe

you are still protecting me, and then I am lost

in the greyness of the sky. Your love is torn

from my side. And now I am altered, I am

adjusted. I am a scorpion walking the desert

sands. I am a gazelle near the waterhole. One day

I am free, then the pain returns like cancer.

I am carrying a child. I am your child

who wishes you could share this journey. But

death has taken your hand. And somehow I know,

darkness is not all.


Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “The Stray Branch Fall/Winter 2016” October 2016

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