The Toothache
The ache came in waves,
Startlingly strong
with nothing to stop it
but time.
The relief when it passed,
a brief wash of peace and pleasure,
intense,
almost soporific,
A warm blanket,
A soft resting place.
Then a settling back
to where pain was forgotten
and life went on.
Only a faint wariness
of the next twinge
Certain to arrive
Sharp and sudden.
How like loss,
that quick, acid wash of grief
A death
A lost love
lime juice finding the cut,
bringing sudden tears,
before fading into daily routine.
Then
Catching the breath
Surprising,
not in it's presence,
but in its capricious,
painful coming
and going and
coming
again.
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