It started out casual.
A few laughs, warm smiles, soon mornings with you at my side.
A perfect longing; later your embrace became my reckless abandon.
An obsession. But for you, total isolation.
Our parting.
Goodbye, my love. Your intoxicating fragrance overwhelms me as I pour you down the drain.
Patrick’s relationship with drinking is now as empty as that last bottle.
Clever writing. You have conveyed so much in 50 words and told it as a story.
Thank you Julia.