sundays I sit at the table

looking at an empty glass

that was once full of whiskey

wondering if that's what I look like

to everyone walking past

  • Author: elchupacabra (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2016 19:27
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  • mylittleheart

    I love this

    • elchupacabra

      Thanks, one of the rare few of mine that I love too.

    • Francesco

      Really enjoyed this. Self reflection is vital, even if at times it's simply through a whisky glass.

    • Garry

      Vivid images. Glad i stumbled a across your postings.

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