I felt the day fail you
then wrap you up like a spider would.
I felt your soul collapse
before it lifted.
The difficult swallow, the backing away
At the end,
you were at peace.
At the end, the images joined their shades,
and you held the innocence
you’ve always held so well, needing my love
accepting my love, and, releasing.
Releasing from the pain
and from the process
of our mutual God.
Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen”, July 2017
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