I cannot change the past, the way we
fought like cats fight water
the way I pushed you
grasping hands and spindly legs
away from me
so firmly
now we sit together
bourbon balanced between older hands
and I still can’t apologize.
42 Words / Microstories / Poetry / Siblings / Yeah Write
So much said in so few words. Well done!
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Aww that’s hard. But I sense the closeness even in that ego. He’s trying really hard to let go but he can’t. Sigh you’re quickly turning into one of my favourite writers.
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Sibling relationships are hard. Also, wow, thank you for that glowing compliment! I am going to be smiling for days! 😀
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This is awesome little piece on relationships
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Thank you! 🙂
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you always include a turn of phrase that surprises me – this time it’s “like cats fight water.”
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Wow, what a compliment! Thank you. I’m glad I keep surprising you. 🙂
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I like this 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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There was togetherness in the fights and continues to do so with bourbons. And I eagerly scan the grid to read your post.:)
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