Sober thinking
Interrupted by you
It’s not the rum that tempts me
But the thought of you that gets me.
Last night I binged on the memory of you
The wagon tossed me
I’m drunk on remembering you
Your eyes so blue
Oh, how they smoldered
That certain smile
Oh, how I melted
When you’d put your arm around my shoulders
Not a glass in sight
No bottle, either
Last night, I binged on the memory of you
Sober thinking
Interrupted by what should have been
By what could have been
But never could have been
Last night I binged on the memory of you
The tender kiss we never tasted
I’m drunk on remembering you
Your touches too few
Oh, how I yearned
Your southern drawl
The stolen glances
Oh, how they burned
Not a glass in sight
No bottle, either
Last night I binged on the memory of you
Sober thinking
Tossed off the wagon
Last night I binged on the memory of you
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Favorite Drink: 6 oz Stawberry Nectar + 2 oz (or more, if you’re so inclined) Coconut Rum
G. Lynn Brown is a writer of flash fiction and short stories. She resides near Cookeville, Tn.
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image: MM Kaufman
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