My God NO

   
   
We'd never met  
but I knew of her  
   
Her uncle  
shared  
enough of her life  
The    
life in her  
on social circles  
in his  
pik-tures  
   
I grew fond    
of the girl  
even if    
she'd been    
informally    
introduced  
   
In pleasantries    
and niceties  
I'd send love  
regards  
thoughts  
through messages  
   
Her uncle, a good man  
I'd suspect he 
lived the hard life
but he did it  
with music  
We all know  
the life of music  
and love  
is a good life
   
I missed the wires  
the day Alice  
became an angel  
a heavenly child  
Caught the end  
of the messages  
after it was late  
   
But sadness filled my veins  
pain crashed my heart  
I remember screaming  
"Oh Fuck  
I'm so sorry Dan  
my favorite, Sax Man."  
   
   
   
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