Literature
Ground Zero
I want to ask him what it was like, when the towers fell.
But to ask what it was like is to ask him to remember,
Every dust filled breath
Every panic filled scream
Every pained step taken in worn out boots.
Every life that couldn't be saved.
I could never ask him to relive that day.
I could never ask him to remember all those nights woken from sleep with memories of blackened paper floating to the ground in the erie silence of the second fall.
How could I even begin to ask, what person could bring someone they love to go back to the day when their life was permanently changed.
But I want to know, And eventually I will ask, I will fin