Krystal Marie
Sharon Warden

Krystal, I close my eyes and I can see you
Running across that street, racing your friend,
Your lips laughing, hair blowing, not looking,
Stopping abruptly to retrieve a lost item and then the fatal contact. 
Tell me, what can I do to fill this hole in my heart,
A chasm as deep as the great abyss, so deep and wide.  Our
Lives are now separated; we will walk unknown roads apart. 
 
My personal 9-11, a great, wrenching Murragh happening. 
As far as these events were from me, now they are so near,
Ripping my soul apart and smearing my heart's blood,
In rhythm to that same, awful destruction. 
Everything on earth is tilted now.
 
Sharon Warden