In times of personal or collective grief our words roll around inside us, welling up. Visions of those departing, or already passed  fill our minds. Sometimes there is so much feeling that we cannot express it all. I comes out in pieces, a little at a time, over many years. 10 years ago, the world changed. However it affected you, I know you will always remember where you were, and what you were doing. We grieve, we try to heal our hearts. We must go on.

 

Departing

 

It happens slowly

In pieces

 

Like a sand castle

Crumbling against

 

The gentle lapping

Of the river

 

It first folds in

Upon itself

 

Then leans

And falls

 

Obliterated

Until

 

There is

No trace