A man died, I don't know him,                                                             ­            he was married to a co-worker
                         I may have met                                                              ­           her or I may have
                   walked by her desk                                                             ­            and saw her name plate.

He was riding his bike, the day                                                              ­           before today. Yesterday. Can we go back to yesterday, in 2001,                                                            ­                  I know, I know...

That was a day when people                                                           ­                   were talking or packing or getting ready for the next day.                                                             ­                 There weather checks, I bet.

My feeling, my reaction to that day,                                                             ­    the next day that was
                   that will never go away,                                                            ­       never ever go away
                                                            ­                                                                
I stopped what I was doing at 6:29                                                             ­  and 7:28 at home this morning.  Without warning                                                          ­                warning, I sat at my desk for 1                                                                ­                                                        minute each today, at 9:59  and 10:28.                                                           ­                                                     To this day, I look at every
HEADLINE and none was as gut                                                              ­        wrenching, shattering my personification of the soul, as that one.                                                            ­  There have been others but
for me that was the first,                                                           ­                                            Was it the last?
Terror build fast.                                                            ­                                                         Changes things.
Fear full                                                             ­                                                                 ­                 Tear full
Names                                                       ­                                                                 ­                           Etched
Tears                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                Pouring
Crying
was I, was all,  IT was an evil, IT was so terrible, was ..., was..., was..., was holding on to me, can I let it                  
                                          ­                                        go?

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