Missing him is like tasting the ocean
without tasting any salt
-less bitter-
but not the ocean anymore

Leaving after work in the morning light
makes forgetting all but easy
-painful reminders-
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
-life-saving-
But never enough.

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds