Yada Richie

He was her waking thought.
His existence completely consumed her.
Every word he spoke pounded her heart
And ran like fire through her veins.
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Sat on the cold stone steps,
Beneath the gaze of carved angels.
Sat peaceful, amidst the hustle,
The bustle of normal people, normal lives.
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Here lies the last lost boy,
Dreams and aspirations sleep alongside,
Hopes of eternal childhood long deprived,
In their place the empty case of a weary man.
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It was the definition of make or break,
Everything had led him to this moment.
A lone thought of his lavish life of luxury left behind,
Was extinguished as soon as it surfaced.
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It started as small talk over cold meat,
Soon I was skipping breaks in the summer sun,
To hear more dauntless adventures
From a perculiar eighty-six year old embracing life,
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From the innocence of my mind
It was pure and spread to eternity.

But as heaven evaporated
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I - The End

Opened was the door with a happy hand,
A light heart and a dreamy head,
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The snow melted like it had never been,
A few white specks the only tell tale
That it had ever existed at all.
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Whilst hopelessly introducing myself,
A flicker of life danced in the distance
Behind two unknowing eyes.
'Bev's Daughter...'
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