Falling

FALLING

Ten years have gone by.
The towers are still falling.

Frozen. Timeless. Still.
Trapped in memory and grief.

We do not forget.
Like the towers we are trapped.

Tangled in our grief
Mesmerized by shock and awe.

The ground waits for us.
All of us and the towers.

The moment stretches.
It is elastic. Awful.

We wait for the snap,
For mercy, for earth’s embrace.

Dashed to pieces,
Obliterated by time.

But time is not kind.
We are still falling. Graceless.

Falling through the years.
Trailing ash across the sky.

Let the grave take us.
We have fallen long enough.