Anniversary of Awful

I can smell the metal hanging

acrid in the air

you can’t remove that stench

the burn of fuel and flesh

you can’t remove that day

or remember the naïveté of what

came before

before the

planes

buildings

lives

souls

fell

still

Falling

I can’t recall the world I thought I would leave my children

not this inheritance

of fear

primitive devolving

strangely deranged

I can remember peering through the glass, my two-year-old daughter

dancing in circle purple tutu, lifting

leaping

while my dreams filled themselves in

with the cement of regret

paralyzed

while she continued

crossing the room in pirouette

revolving, our orbit forever changed

Still

we are here watching

the smell heavy in the air, wishing always wishing, what was and is, could be undone

all that we cannot forget

all we must never forget

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