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The Scribblers

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Posted: April 23rd, 2012 | By gokoc

And I Don’t even know your name.

But I Know how you died and I know when you died and why.

And I Don’t even know your name.

But I saw the spot where you probably lay when you were flung so high from your bike that you landed with a thud that ended your life.

And I Don’t even know your name.

But I know I feel pain at your parting. What an undignified way to go. What an undignified way to die. You died. You are dead.

And I Don’t even know your name.

And not many people do. But your family does. I know they got that phone call and inside they couldn’t believe it or process it yet it happened and I knew before they did.

And I Don’t even know your name.

But I know the sight of the bits of your bicycle still lay on the grass forgotten. the shards of glass from the car that hit you haven’t all been removed. Some curious passer by will look disinterestedly at it all and walk by where you died.

And I Don’t even know your name.

I feel like a failed you and knew you but i never even saw your face

And I Don’t even know your name.

 

 
 
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