Fingers

Two observers of the events of 9/11

Fingers

 

Together like twine

Wrapped in embrace as they look up at the dark cloud above them

Dust sprays forth onto faces of grim and despair

Black and brown and olive become monochrome in a breathe

A withheld exhale escapes as the storm sieges on around them

 

And then…

 

through the air come the memories

Fragments of the ones who will forever remain lost

Memos and boarding passes and pictures of babies and wives

Raining down upon the city of dreams

The screaming surrounds them as they dig their fingers deeper into opposite palms.

 

 

And then the couple falls into a field of dust and fire.

 

Fingers embrace tighter.

Skin becomes whiter

Their lives will never be the same.

 

Reviews

[Addy]

WOW! Soulful writing and wonderfully expressed... I could really feel the emotion inside your words. Someday everyone will find their true soulmate. It is a true fact that the people we love change us. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not. I liked your irregular rhyme scheme.