without tasting any salt
but not the ocean anymore
Leaving after work in the morning light
makes forgetting all but easy
Of what we used to be.
Hearing his voice is like drinking the last drop of water
when it’s the first drop in days
But never enough.
(c) Copyright 2016 Henrike Forschler
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