Suspect

And many a moment has passed since we last spoke.
Things maybe you suspected about me are true,
but many more may not be.


Time passed like it was a saga,
but in actuality, it's only been a few days.
Maybe I suspected too much of you...
Well, truth be told, it's not "maybe"
I did suspect you.


I suspected you the split second you entered my life
Hiding behind a secret truth
That you didn't come to visit that
Green place with palm trees and flowers


But that you came to visit the image
The person behind the picture
The woman 
The resume that read so well.


I suspected you from that day forward
And my suspicion stayed
Never left.


Do I think I'm right?
Yes.  100%.


How genuine were you?
0%, on that day.
Every day after that
A little more of your truth showed, I'll admit.
I can read between those lines, don't be mistaken.


So if one day, you should read this
Know it's about you.
Yes, you. 
I know your face will grow red
Your ears will burn
The pit of guilt and shame will grow ever so slightly
In your acidic intestine.


I suspected.
And yet I forgive and chuckle a little.
Silly that you'd think, I wouldn't guess.


But that's just as you suspected...


Inspired by the fleeting ways of friendship in a transient place...


By Trishanna