dousing the grief

When you cannot speak of your grief, douse it with a drink.

Hello, best friend of misery – the vodka sits beside the keyboard, worn of its face…
Hello, unspoken words – how did you become pictures that depicted the story of a past?

Just one more swipe of that …

8 thoughts on “dousing the grief

    • What a pleasant surprise to hear from you here! Coffee for now, drinks next! Now that I re-look at this, I’m quite sure the alcohol did the talking and I stopped it from completing it’s soliloquy…

      • Like you, I don’t always comment, but I feel your words. At times they touch in a way that makes me respond, whether from laughter or concern.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s