Relief
Relief
She takes to bed,
winds round his
erstwhile ardent pillow
cooled now by the
meter of cruelty’s clock;
sheets spoilt by life’s air;
she recalls the scent
of him, the pre-washed
grime of his shirt.
Yearning wrings convulse;
fill eyes beneath
quivering lids.
Coax her, blessèd
breeze; take her to the
limbo of pain
where slumber’s analgesic
can soothe the emery
of remembering.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 15, 2012
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