His younger brother
only 17 years old
was calling to say goodbye.
be careful; I love you
He says, I love you too.
That was it.
And both were killed
The banality of these details might overwhelm you.
What if it was me?
disappearing into
those towers collapsing with malign majesty
as cleanly as a posted letter
you are clinging to a shred of hope
snatched and anguished assertions of love
There is only love, and then oblivion
Now
we remember
we daydream helplessly
Paying reverent homage
There is only love
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
His younger brother
only 17 years old
was calling to say goodbye.
be careful; I love you
He says, I love you too.
That was it.
And both were killed
The banality of these details might overwhelm you.
What if it was me?
disappearing into
those towers collapsing with malign majesty
as cleanly as a posted letter
you are clinging to a shred of hope
snatched and anguished assertions of love
There is only love, and then oblivion
Now
we remember
we daydream helplessly
Paying reverent homage
There is only love
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