Mocking Reminders

There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table. I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable. There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared, Before the tragic, life-changing attack, on towers no longer there. The playbill dated, September 8, in the year 2001; The last time we went on a date and enjoyed a life of fun. Three days before he started work in the Trade Center Towers; If only I had known that day, my life would change in hours. The cell phone with his last voice mail, which I will never erase; His calming message, I can replay, next to a picture of his face. I wasn’t there to answer it when he said his last “good-bye” It still sits beside my bed always there to make me cry. A pair of his bifocal glasses that he used to read at night, Completes the set of memories when my life was still alright. I know it’s been almost 15 years, and people say I should let go But I don’t want to forget this man, who I used to love to know. There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table. I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable.