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