Alone

He doesn’t come home anymore.

It’s three in the morning

and I feel like crying.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016

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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