Untruths Comments

Dear Susan, A lovely write with flow of thoughts. Thanks for this nice work and sharing it.

Read this poem again. The last two lines touched me.

Speaks to me of a remorseful goodbye

The truth will out, but seeded doubt, will weeds into a garden sprout.

You've hidden your fingerprints In her long dark mane Sold all of your secrets For the price of a tall drink.... What did you really imagine she'd think? Well expressed, liked it.