The Letter

My long brown socks reach all the way up to my inner thighs.

You always liked that part.

The soft parts, I mean.

Too bad you didn’t say the words.

The words I asked for.

The words I needed to hear.

I’m leaving for Colorado in the morning.

Love’s a bitch sometimes.

I hope you’re doing well.

Tell your mother I said 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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