Legally Blind Observations

Like hot food
I love you

like warm
bread & cold

cuts, butter
sammiches

or, days later, after
Thanksgiving

when I want
whatever’s left

Memories gathered around a picture frame of better times
Of “cheers!” with red cups wearing dinner jackets and party ties

The smiles belie the atmosphere that surrounds them
As fire flashes near and footsteps thunder all around them

No more memos, invoices or receipts, ‘cause
It’s all just debris for someone to come and sweep up

Hand-written notes of which only survived a sliver
An envelope addressed to “Home” that will never be delivered

Facts and figures, numbers and projections
Today it all escapes our attention

Now you mention terrorism and you get terrified folks
Having flashbacks to that day when the planes were flying low

Dust in their hair aged them thirty years in a day
But washing out the white didn’t wash the age away

The most heinous act on US soil in this century
In a picture, so we don’t forget the memory.