9/11, from Chris Tucker
memories of that day hover nearby
looming just out of view
obscured dimly by the murk
of everyday life
vague images of aircraft
buildings
fire
smoke
death
pain
a pain so deep, so overwhelming,
that one wonders if it can possibly
be born.
time
only the passage of time
brings anything approaching comfort
and somehow we manage
we carry on
but there is still a wound
a hole
someone is missing
a father, a mother, a child.
gone
not forgotten