You ask me if I'm okay
I smile and bring it back...

Our flag still flew
When those towers burned...

I see a lot of my work in you
This we've always shared...

I worry myself sick
Then I hear our last song...

Cold fingers
An aching heart...

It's hard to wake up
When you don't want to...

Photos tell no lies
Though they may fade away...

Poetry is my way to go
It's my rant on paper...

Screams so loud,
They break sound...

She sits.
Waits...

She stares out her window
Rain pouring down...

Friendship
A bond...