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Will there ever be a September
A September where I don’t remember
The back of a cab
College Park
Going to the dentist
No cell phones
No landlines
No communications at all
Will there ever be a September
Where I can watch the memorial shows and not fall apart?
Will there ever be a September
That I don’t spend most of my time
Being angry or crying at the drop of a hat?
Will there ever be a September
That I don’t hear the field reports in my head?
Will there ever be a September
Where I don't think about that stewardess or the "Falling Man"?
Will there ever be a September
That I don’t recall that it took me three hours to cover the story
Down at the Pentagon where I breathed in death and didn’t even know it?
Will there ever be a September
Where I’m not in pain-physical, emotional, spiritual?
Will there ever be a September
When I’m not pissed off at the flight school in Florida who didn’t think it was odd that two men wanted to learn how to take off but not land?
Will there ever be a September
That I can listen to Lee Greenwood and not think of the silent march that I walked in afterward?
Will there ever be a September
Where I don’t feel guilty that I’m still alive when so many others have already died?
Will there ever be a September
Where I feel okay to be alive?