I thought you were my friend.

I guess I didn’t really know you.

How could that be?

I’m still confused

I don’t understand this game you play.

I believed all of the things you used to say.

Where did you go?

Who is the person I used to know?

Will you ever come back around?

Will our paths cross again in this little town?

Who are you hiding from?


or yourself?

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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