Like That
written by: Craig Dobson
Yeah. At a party, at work
or in the park, some such place.
Like a freight train straight in the face,
your heart turning widdershins,
adrenalin’s there-but-not-there
anaesthesia delivering the miracle
that’ll bless this and every day to come,
severing them from all the emptiness
that’s gone: that vast, loveless desolation,
ignorable as the sky behind you
in the eye that now holds yours –
the angel’s hold, grace’s grace
till your hearts’ brace beat no more.
Yeah, like that.
Or so I’ve been told.
Craig's had writing published in magazines in the US, Canada, Europe and Asia. He lives and works in the UK.
