The Day the Music Stopped

I know that you are gone but I still hear your footsteps on the walk… your key in the lock…the dog welcoming you home. “What’s for dinner?’’ you ask “I am,” I playfully reply and smile as you sweep me up in a bear hug and I can hardly breathe! Your clothes hang in the closet waiting for your return. I listen to your voice on the answering machine a hundred times a day to prove you are still here. I never imagined when you left me that morning That this would be the last time we kissed.. I never would have let you go. This date will forever be a day of shame and heartbreak The world and I will never forget This September 11th The day the music stopped! Copyright©2001 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)