Singalong

I was showering
cleaning away my guilt,
chiselling. And I heard you sing
in a cartoon the notes
would have floated up the stairs
but as it was
they were just there
sitting in the air
usually annoyed
by the people and their noise
I was grateful
for the broken silence
I know now why

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