some time toward dawn
a shot of whiskey
burns its way
down my throat
in memory
of you
and all the talking
we had
and all the talking
we missed
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some time toward dawn
a shot of whiskey
burns its way
down my throat
in memory
of you
and all the talking
we had
and all the talking
we missed
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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Leonard Durso 
Fantastic. I don’t like missing the talking. Then whisky is good.
Right.
Reblogged this on The Cheesesellers Wife and commented:
This poem by Leonard Durso catches my heart….