#abaayo

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I know that my time with you is short. You've got to go home, but Abaayo, remember? Remember the skin-burning sunny days you and I would rush through our chores, So you could watch the gleaming ocean, and I could watch the way your eyes became deep with blue? Remember the cloudy days that would soon let the sunshine in, Because your laugh commanded it to? Remember the fights we would get into, when you would confirm that you loved that ocean, The one you said was filled with mysteries and waves that took you to foreign lands, more than us all? Abaayo, remember when you crossed that godforsaken ocean, With your mind flowing with wonder and opportunity only you could see? Remember how I watched you climb into that $100 boat, swearing you'll call me. That night, your mothers screams haunted the neighborhood. "Why?" Her beautiful daughter, so full of life. "Why?" Abaayo, why didn't anyone tell you of the wolves, who were ready to pounce and tear your body without your approval? Abaayo, why didn't the winds that rocked your shabby boat whisper in your ears, Of the bodies that laid fast asleep under the salty ocean's floor? Abaayo, why didn't your companions that loved the water more than you, tell you about, The sacrifices your body would have to endure? Abaayo, oh, Abaayo.  Why did they ignore you and your sobs, screams that sounded just like your mother's? Why did they ignore you, even after your Soul runaway from your body? Why did they let the wolf that left your body in just pieces of flesh go back into the wild, untouched? "WHY?" Your mother yelled to the world, to the sky, about her beautiful daughter, about the ocean that took her away, so full of life. "WHY?" Why didn't they tell you that the waves of seduction that crashed on you, was only a Distraction from seeing your Angel waiting for you. Now close your eyes, Abaayo. You won’t have to use those tear ducts anymore, Abaayo. I know my time with you was short, But let me wipe your once beautiful face, once untouched by horrors, Free from these dried on tears. Remember, Abaayo? You've got to go Home.