Where We Come To Meet Good Intention

This is where we come to die, he whispers.

She looks. Shocked.

Her cries echo, like the helpless plea

of a stray dog.

It was only good intention, she whispers.

I know... I know...

But sometimes people die.

Sometimes we fade away.

It was only good intention she whispers.

Her plea cuts the air like

a knife opening forgotten wounds.

You said it was forever.

I know but what can I say to you?

When I think of you every night.

See you in every dream.

What can I say?

when you're the only thing I think about.

I came because you used to remind me of someone.

Now they remind me of you.

                       DannYetman
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