It seems so long ago since yesterday
when you grabbed your toast,
shined your sunshine smile through the clouds
and scooted out the door because you were late.
I followed you, halting at the doorway
You dropped your toast on the sidewalk
You cussed, waved, shouted “I love you”
got in your car and vanished.
I didn’t have police officers showing up at my door.
I didn’t have alarms screaming
I sat on the back porch watching the sunrise
with a hot cup of coffee in my hand
your words warming my heart.
“Hey, doesn’t he work at the Towers?”
called the neighbor over the fence.
I didn’t even realize they’d been talking to me.
“What? Oh, yes.”
“Why aren’t you watching the news?”
I didn’t understand. I thought it odd.
I waved with a friendly wrist making my way to
Cold pillow. Cold toast. Crystal blue sky.
Gutting of commerce, ashes of hope, lost
It’s years later and it still seems so long ago since yesterday
But I’ve never forgotten your last words to me
Every morning I walk out to lay toast on the sidewalk
Every morning I sit on the back porch and drink coffee
Every morning I watch the news
Everything a sacrament commemorating your unintentional sacrifice.