'Move on,' he said.  Easy for him
to say.  That means I will have
to forget.  I won't.  God help me,

I can't.  No, I wan't there, but it
was brought into my living room,
invaded my space.  What I saw

---- the images permanently
scored on the backs of my eyes
---- a nightmare that's lasted ten

years.  Two friends ---- one lost
his wife, the other, her firefighter
cousin.  Tell them to move on.

Tell the thousands more whose
loved ones are no longer here
to move on ---- How.  Dare.  You.

© 2011, Karla Dorman (9/9)