I remind myself
that long days and
cold nights are just
pieces of you leftover
from worn love.
I used to sip you,
cool you before tasting
every morsel.
you were soup–
I longed to savor
every drop.
I remember
the taste of you
more than I do
anything else.
A Cornered Gurl 
Loved this one, what a great comparison!
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Thank you, Kim! I appreciate you reading and this comment!
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