The Long Con
Four years it took
For us to talk
We lasted forever
You always cross my mind
Its been a while
Since I was true to myself
I’ve been on the run
Like a convict on the move
I coned you
Just as I coned myself
I look at this book
And I remember those three words
You wrote them
I erased them
I was in love with a memory
You were in love with a fake
It took awhile
It was the long con
Copyright © Kristopher Coalson | Year Posted 2018
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