“It’s Not Just A Number” by Joshua Mackle

There can only be one.

Like a delicate flower
That kisses your face.
Like a moonlight dancer
With elegant grace.
Like candles and starlight
A clichéd romance.
Like a hand through the darkness
That saves the last dance.
Like the sunshine and rain
That makes a rainbow.
Like that final performance
From your favourite show.

Like the glance to a stranger
That strangles your heart.
Like the feeling of going
Back to the start.
Like the thought of a bed
Without a heartbeat.
Like the blackness of a room
Without the heat.
Like the walk back home
With no hand to hold.
Like a life half lived
With no stories to be told.

Like the tears of your skin
That the diamond razor cut
Like the kiss of the bullet
That slams into your gut
Like the fiercest of lions
Released from their cage
Like a man in his straitjacket
And his now bounded rage
Like a fire from hell
That destroys every wall
Like the waters from heaven
That heals…all.

There can only be one.

For more poems by Joshua, check out FIVE Vol. 1 No. 5.