I Miss You


The floor tasted like salt and whiskey as I lay next to you, one last time and cried for what we had been.  I only hope you are now free from what haunted you.



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  1. The Dark NetizenJuly 3, 2019 at 9:13 PM

    Painfully put!

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  2. Sanch @ Sanch WritesJuly 3, 2019 at 11:13 PM

    There is so much pain and heartbreak in this one. I love the contrast between salt and whiskey.

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  3. D3athLilyJuly 4, 2019 at 3:29 AM

    What a tragic tale! My heart ached for them both. Only a minor thing, but the comma placement in the first line threw me a little, I think it may have needed a mate after "time".

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  4. kalpana solsiJuly 4, 2019 at 3:44 AM

    The imagery and the words compliment each other . The story is so painful.

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  5. MynaJuly 4, 2019 at 5:44 AM

    This is a sad story, well written. The photo you chose suits it perfectly.

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  6. NorthieJuly 4, 2019 at 11:00 AM

    So sad, yet beautifully written.

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  7. Rekha RajgopalJuly 5, 2019 at 5:45 AM

    Very poignant, the words. And the image is a great pick...

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