Remember

I remember. 

I remember waking from an almost-still-asleep to the news of an accident. 

I remember the feeling that something was just not quite right with it all. 

I remember the sight of the second plane's approach and its vanishing. 

I remember the feeling of resignation that it was no accident. 

I remember the collapse and then the next.

I remember the silence that lasted for days - like a pillow held around my ears. 

I remember watching the skies.

I remember the feeling as I looked at our four year old son and knew that things had already changed in his lifetime. 

I remember my disappointment in man.

I remember the sadness. 

I remember.