Flash and Micro Fiction

When I Miss You The Most

When I’m standing in the rain, feeling the warm water slide down my face, indistinguishable from my own tears, I listen to the sounds of each shaky breath I take, trying desperately not to sob. While it feels like the rest of the world is at peace, dry, and safe, I remember what it was like to dance with you to no other song than the droplets impacting the world around us. I remember the feel of your lips moving against mine. Without you, all I can stand is silence and there’s an emptiness within me where my heart used to be.

© Sarah Doughty


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