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Angela S.

I didn't find the time in the months I was around you

To ever say, "Hello,"

Or learn your name.

Angela S.

I didn't know it until today.

 

I didn't know that you were thirty-six until I read the articles about you.

I knew that you were late to choir sometimes,

And you wore shorts even when it was cold.

I didn't know you lived in those apartments until the police were investigating them.

My sister lived so close to there.

 

I didn't find the time to know you,

Angela S.

But I found the time to judge you.

You stood between seconds and you were a first.

You didn't know your parts very well.

I was annoyed.

It's concert choir, no audition.

I shouldn't have been so bothered.

I'm sorry.

 

That was the last time I saw you.

I didn't know you had a son until after he found your body.

I knew next to nothing about you until you were shot.

We sang the same music for months.

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Written by
cari-jane-leemaster
American
Published
May 15, 2014
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A woman I've been singing alto with all term was murdered yesterday, and her little boy found her. Last week I was bothered that she sang the wrong line. Now she's dead.

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