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Wait. Listen. Don't Walk Away.

Soft, warm, mother holding you in her arms,
Loud, cacophonous, as the congratulations swarm.
Soft yet loud, eyes open, little cries of alarm.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

One step, two, a little bump on the head, but heart is light,
One, two, up in the air you took flight,
Smiles and laughter, eyes were bright,
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

A punch, a growl, a blow to his head,
Crying, hiding, from the fury of the Head,
Why oh why didn't you use your head?
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Friends and foes, I will help you if you help me,
Hand in hand, I will stay with you see?
We will sit around a table, holding cups of tea.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Stop. Slow down, I love you.
Really, smiles and giggles, I think so too.
Little did they know, the union that broke more than two.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Bops and cars, happiness unknown,
Money drives the villa, heart alone,
Darkness inside, despair is sown.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Flower blooms, spring ensues,
The testaments of old, healed as time ensures,
A skip, a beat, life in new light endures.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

The grains of time slipping past,
The promises of old, breaking in blasts,
How much longer, shall I last?
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Tomes I learnt, none did prepare,
Life threw boulders, yet I rose for air,
In death's snares, I was already ensnared.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Smile, light, there is no room for the dark,
Like the ark of the covenant, I took solace at this arch,
One, two, basics, the bite is not as bad as the bark.
Wait, listen — memories abound, tale unfinished.

Finish, end, its just a door, a gateway of sorts,
Am I there, who cares if its there or not?
I have you, the worry is not of Mort.
I have you, the worry is not of Mort.
I have you, you are my only fort.
I have you, I need no cohort.
Wait, or not — the end is just the beginning, complete even if unfinished

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