▲ 0 ▼ February 20, 2017 at 9:20 am Sonya Tichenor says: Forgotten drinks. Forgotten bottles. Forgotten dreams.
We lost everything except our spirits
Only broken windows and spirits remained
His desires cleared as darkness encroached.
Your memory remains, undisturbed and dusty.
Melancholy swept our souls away
One last drink, he had thought
Forgotten drinks. Forgotten bottles. Forgotten dreams.
So I drink, with the ghosts.
We were once young and intoxicating.
So thirsty, but ghosts cannot drink…