Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Day We Cried
Shafts of light reach heavenward
to where you both once stood
Again you take my breath away
Once more I shed a tear
Years have passed and yet you still
send shivers down my back
I see your spirit getting dressed
Sparkling on a New York night
Prettier than you ever were
She rises on the horizon
Yet she will not stir the soul
For you were once my pulse
On a quiet September morn
Disturbed only by my thoughts
I quietly reflect upon
my memories of you
and our last goodbye
- Once upon a happier time
Labels:
9/11,
Mark Butkus,
New York City,
poem,
The Day We Cried
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