Lot’s Side of the Story Turning away from me As I surrounded her In a puddle of my tears Calling her an island A merciless Sun rose Searing the ancient pavers It drew forth moisture Beclouding the stone A breath of desert wind Evaporated the obscuring mist Revealing nothing She was gone, the sea was gone Only this salt remains ___ 2021-09-11 By Doodleslice #poem #poetry #unreliablenarrator #love #loss #tears #evaporation #doodleslice

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