and its like it was yesterday.

feeling the shockwaves against my chest
the smell of dust in the air for days
watching the dirty people escaping across the bridge
trying to comprehend what i'd just seen
walking through lower manhattan with a marine on every corner and ankle deep in ash
driving down the FDR a few weeks later, seeing a truck fire on the Brooklyn Bridge having an anxiety attack and trying to convince myself it wasnt a repeat


good night new york
i miss you



so the second plane hit at 9:02
I saw it live on a hotel tv, talking on my cell with you
you said this would happen, and just like that, it did
wrong about the feeling, wrong about the sound
but right to say we would stand down

an hour went by without a fighter in the sky
you said there’s a reason why
so tell me now, I must confess
I’m not sick enough to guess

--John Vanderslice "Exodus Damage"