Poetry

Storms

“You reminded me that storms
are never meant to last,
but they are worth remembering.”

We moved like the wind through the night, and it felt like flying when I was in your arms. But afterward, all that remained of us were memories. The wreckage you left behind. And the pain that lingered like an old ache. You reminded me that storms are never meant to last, but they are worth remembering.

© Sarah Doughty

This was written in response to the #NovemberNotes challenge. Today’s inspiration was Like The Wind by Triosence, Sara Gazarek.

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