The last rehearsal
Of my last show choir show
Is finshed.
The last time
I'll set up risers,
Kick a friend,
And the burst into
"O Fortuna"
With 39 other people
And choreography to boot.
I'm stepping across
A threshold.
I feel liberated.
But sad.
Because these moments
Have slipped through my fingers.
I can never hold them again.
They will never be re-created.
I knew as they happened
I loved the moments.
Now how much
Is sinking in.
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