“All that remains of us is a deafening silence,
and all I want to do is scream.”
In the mourning, I felt it. Your kiss, a ghost upon my dry lips. Your hand, resting against mine. And that sound of your breathing as you slept next to me — that gentle rumble in the back of your throat, a haunting memory. All that remains of us is a deafening silence, and all I want to do is scream.
© Sarah Doughty
Dear Sarah the angst is put into the reconnaissance of sheer magnitude of a lyrical narrative. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Beautifully written. I love it.
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Thank you so much.
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So sad.
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It is.
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felt the pain in this
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Thanks, love. It’s a way to let them out.
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Amazing as always!
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Thank you, love.
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You’re welcome!
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Wow. Superb.
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Thank you!
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Great portrayal of the emotion.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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Reblogged this on Covert Novelist and commented:
Brilliant!
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Thank you for sharing. I went to show some love, but I think the server is down again.
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oh, well dang!
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WOW loved this! Brilliant!
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Awww thank you, love!
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You are more than welcome 🙂
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Beautiful words!
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Thanks so much!
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This is just amazing. And sometimes I feel you hear my feelings and write them down. Loved this.
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I’ve heard this one before, and it’s always quite the amazing comment. Thank you. 😊
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❤️❤️
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Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! Did I say beautiful! Sarah, in another life, you could’ve been Dave Gahan’s songwriter. ❤ ❤
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Oooh that’s quite the honor! Thank you, love.
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You’re utmost welcome, Sarah. 🙂
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Ooh, more layers than an onion. I’d love to read more.
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I’m honored. Thank you!
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As I instinctively reach for you during my slumber,
I am awaken by the cold reality of your absence.
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Thank you for sharing.
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I love this. Beautifully written.
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Many thanks!
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Simply beautiful!
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Thank you!
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