Quiet

Picking lint from my belly button

Thinking

Of you

Of us

Banging

Rubbing noses

Missing

Missing

You

Missing

Us

Seeing

Him

In his apartment

Another man

I called him

Dad

I called you

Lover

Two men

Very different

Yet

the same

Quiet

and

Reserved

I always wondered

what you were thinking

Did you think

I was beautiful

sexy

intelligent

interesting

or

talented

And the man in the apartment

Did he

love me

You never said the words

The words I needed to hear

In the end

There was

only one word

left to say

That word

was Goodbye.

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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