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Revision - A Rough Cut

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      You see, as a child the sun used to set behind these clouds. It'd throw it's colors to our sky and it'd paint our skin gold, and When we slept these clouds held our dreams. But not any more.

These clouds used to roll themselves into great storms and we'd stay up all night to watch the lightning strike. We'd run out into the streets and with our bare feet we would dam up the warm water. and then all at once, we'd let it all go. 

Did you see the tidal waves we made in our streets? Did you let them sweep you off your feet? Or did you run to higher ground? 

Rain ran off our cheeks and into the streets that turned to rivers and i bought a canoe. 
Cul de sacs turned to lakes and we built a dock and soon a harbor; our community was thriving.

We opened a general store and Ship after ship would pour in. We'd buy and sell and trade. We had fish, crab and fur, markets. A boat yard, a pub, an inn, a brothel. We had a blacksmith, a baker, a farmer, a milk man, students, teachers, a wig maker, a basket maker, a dress maker, a day maker, Deckhands, servants, muck rakers, framers, roofers, Soldiers, criminals, bums, junkies, cobbler, con men, and clowns. We Thew parties and reenacted boston tea parties. We smoked and drank and fought and made up. We fell in love and broke hearts; cat called and caught glances, but never gathered the courage to go talk to her.

We had it all,

but the only thing we were missing was you.

We awoke that morning to sirens and an ambulance on your lawn.

Your mom had found face down in your bed. 

You were soaking wet and your lungs were filled with water.

I got in just as your heart stopped and your mom lost it she was hysterical and a swear your dad broke your hand he was squeezing it so hard as the medics were frantically trying to pound life back into you 15 beats at a time praying to dear God no please no you can do this.

                                    

                               You can make it!     

                                                      no     no  NO!

 please...

            

 no         no...       

                                           you can't...

You can't do this..... 

                         PLEASE. 

                                                      Don't take him from us.

                  you can't take him from us.

he's not ready...              

                                                     I'm not ready.                                                         

                                         

                                           

                                     GOD DAMNIT!

                                

                               DON"T DO THIS!

                                                        You can't do this!

                      

please...

 And it worked.

But for only a moment. 

Your eyes opened and the room went still.

You were paralyzed, you stayed still. 

There was something you couldn't say.

It was so quiet. 

You looked so scared.

You were struggling under the weight.

There was something you couldn't say.

It felt like an eternity before your eyes met mine.

Your eyes fluttered for a moment and like a wave of light that washed over 

you, the fear washed away. And you knew.

This was it.

 Oceans swelled in your eyes so deep i nearly drown 

right there with you.

Then  

I understood. 

And with one last breath,

you Let go.

I left the room quieter than before;

The medics not trying once more to resuscitate you,

You mom no longer crying, 

And your father still squeezing your 

possibly broken hand.

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~M