One Man's Lament
It’s a few years later and life has moved on,
For most people around me the pain seems all gone.
Distant is the memory of the fear and the pain,
As if once forgotten it won’t happen again.
But I sit here alone, high on the hill,
Overlooking the landscape that still is surreal.
On the horizon is the city where we both loved to go,
Only where once were two towers, somewhere now is her soul.
I will never forget the events of that day,
At the subway stop, where we parted our ways.
I happened to watch her as she got lost in the crowd,
Only a few hours later I would be sobbing out loud.
The view from up here will never be the same,
My mind still sees buildings where none do remain.
But there’s more missing then towers from this young man’s life,
My children’s mother and my beautiful wife.
So as years pass by and terrorists are found,
Buildings spring up from the still scarred ground,
People move on with their lives best they can,
I sit here and wonder; when will I see her again?
NOTE: My wife worked across the street from the WTC but did not go to work on 9/11
because she had a Dr's appointment that day. She is alive and well; but one day while
wondering what could have happened if she went to work on that tragic day, my mind
visualized a tormented soul lamenting his loss and I wrote this poem. This poem is fictional.
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