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Where are you going?

autumn

I am going.
Will you follow?
Yes!
But it is a lie.

You promise?
Yes!
You won’t leave me?
No!

But it is a lie.
Where are you going?
A silent stare.
I am going.

Take my hand.
A tear falls.
Come, I am going.
No! I cannot go.

But you promised.
I lied!
Take my hand.
Come. I am going.

Where are you going?
Only silence.
Then, come with me.
First, Tell me where.

You know!
No, I don’t.
Take my hand.
I am going.

By C.E. Pereira
(4-4-2019)

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