Souls have no full stop

He was four running for the ice cream van
He was eight running for the ball on the fields
He was twelve running to make morning registration
He was sixteen running to be with her for as long as possible

He didn't run for twenty

Seventeen saw him stop

This time they ran to gather around him
This time sirens ran to make his heart before it slept
This time papers ran with his name printed
This time tears ran to wash the stains left on the pavement
This time all the ice cream vans ceased
The ball remained still
Mornings stay far away
The girl lays in what was
And years are pleading for the soul they didn't receive

This time we pray he runs somewhere
above us eternally


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