Nine. Eleven. Nine.

If it is
possible
to sigh
and hold
my
breath
at
the same time
I do.

Today
I wasn’t there
eight years ago
but the air
is heavy
as families
read names
but the names
float
more lightly than
our mortal souls.

It was sunny,
then
clear, catastrophic
sudden, solemn
I choke back sobs
today
tears fall
and it feels
like rain.

****

In related news, Sarah Bunting is still trying to find her guardian angel from that day:
The original story on her blog
The radio spot on today’s The Takeaway

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