I went to the place
by the creek
where I thought
you could make me happy
even though I’d lost my faith in joy.
I was alone
and there were empty bottles
of Mike’s Hard Lemonade
in the sand.
More than likely
it was not your lips
that drained those bottles,
but it was your lips
that spoke one night,
draining me.
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It's difficult to write about another person's poetry without using the very simplistic, "I liked this."
ReplyDeleteI liked the way the end of this poem was delivered, but thought that the first stanza- introduced something that wasn't resolved or explained.