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Intent by Joseph Earl

Intent

by Joseph Earl

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Your words stand thick within my head.

Within my heart they sit and stare. The

are numb, deprived, and dead.

I remember those flattery lines once read,so falsely

written, so naive but believed.

Your hope was based upon me. A prayer sent out that

I would see a friend in you

and you in me.

"You know much you mean to me".

Well what is much and what is mean?

What you speak I will never see, and I do

not believe.

The picture so beautiful as you are, yet a

different aspect of how it used to

be and what it should be.

How I mourn and lament and grieve.

Not for the dead, but for one who doesn't

care for me.

Was this a mistake? I thought my feelings

were mannerly.

What was your intent supposed to be?

Life as it turns out will never allow

perfect harmony.

Your words within my heart, your picture

never another hung upon my wall; you

alone, so precious and dear will always be

loved by me with great sincerity.

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