It arrived like a knife to cut away
the wound, perfect on the outside –
a miracle of unworn proportions.
At first it was high and bright,
a little less than magic but so much more
than simple bread. Soft, sweet, somewhat
urgent – it pulled you from isolation, helping you
release the deep betrayal that fused to your insides.
Now like summer, its happy season has passed,
and the dull breath of neither-here-nor-there
has arrived. He never calls, never needs
just to hear your voice.
You are unsure if you even like his smile, his style
of polite irritation and control.
Ear to the ground, settling with lack
until you make a decision –
one last effort to receive the miracle in full,
hold hands with someone where love is mutual,
something of passion
to count on.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Now Then Manchester – Word Life, Issue 41” April 2017
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