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When I heard you died I stalled by the stairs,
One hand on the railing, with a thought and a prayer
And I answered back “Oh,” before I leaped up the stairs
Uncaring, unknowing, like the new winter air
Then that night she left. But my thoughts crowded to you:
Your old, crippled legs pumping the organ flue
The sound was not always pleasant; you’d stumble and make do
While the church choir sang on, with a smile to ensue
I wept and cried for the sweet imperfections
And the wind cried, too, marked with cold reflection
For her, her hands, her hair flying each direction,
Her soft, little voice when hard-pressed for introspection.
So, what I say: Don’t say. How I stand: Don’t stand--
I’m not asking politely, I’m making demands
For her and for you, for nothing goes as planned
When I say don’t go, please take my hand