Intentions

by Hiram Larew

How maybe so gives up

or really should haves sneak off

and only ifs are only said

Or how that just make do forgoes

While really hope so turns to fog

or we knew better never does

How those best wishes

are almost always not

Like that’s a shame is useless

It seems so easy

to say away so little —

To care like all the air inside of

dear oh dear