I went to high school with this girl who was murdered in November 2010. I was only Facebook buddies with her (still am), but in real life I really judged her harshly because she had a daughter at age 17 and other reasons I'm not proud of. She was described as a really nice girl to people who really knew her. It makes me sad that I didn't get to know her, but in the height of my illness I was a self-righteous bitch (gotta love that Catholic rearing). I feel bad about it, but you can't go back and change it. Anyway, today is her birthday and I wrote a haiku in her honor.
Pink petals blow by
swirling in the cold spring wind
quiet along street.