if only

Only if He had allowed him to pack his bags and leave… allowed him to stuff cartons with the things he needed, the scrolls he had stored over the years, the posters he had pasted on his walls, the albums he had assembled, that hidden chest of coins, those certificates, the memories, the opportunity to say goodbye to those walls for one last time…instead, he was thrown away at a moment’s notice, not allowed to re-enter, to even look back, thrown away in a pandemonium of indecision and a frenzied chaos where he had to make do with whatever he had, with whoever he had…only if he had been given a chance, only if He had heard him once, realized his pain of being exiled from the place one calls home…if only

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