8.46am.
It's been five years since
Sister last went to work
(A new job)
Son flew his last flight
(Just the usual coast-to-coast thing)
Father said goodbye and went inside
(I have a job to do)
Then remember the things left
unsaid
Enveloped in plumes of gray smoke
while the whole world watches.
Flowers and condolences are left at doorsteps;
no one knew it was just to be the start of a greater tragedy.
As the years pass,
it'll all be
just another footnote
in the history books.
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