“I didn’t know which felt worse
— the drought —
or the nothingness
you left in your wake.”
There was a drought all around me — and within me. Not even a tear could be shed. That’s how it felt when you left me behind. There were no more nights of dancing in the summer rain. Not even a taste of you to quench my thirst. Just an enormous expanse of nothing. And I didn’t know which felt worse — the drought — or the nothingness you left in your wake.
© Sarah Doughty
All I need is a little
escape from this pain.
This was written for day twelve
of November Notes.
No Rain
by Blind Melon
