i am afraid.

the mind holds
like fresh paint
thick canvas;
colors fade through
the years
but the pattern
constantly remains

and i am afraid.

memories build in
car doors open
to bitter air
and in my mind
you are gone
(in my mind, this is how you died)
but i know
this is not so
for you
are still here
beside me

and this memory
plays me a
whilst i sleep

and i am still afraid.

familiar walls remember
they, too, play
with the pictures
in the stacks
like every brilliant
in your face
even though you
are far away

the towers fell
(so long ago)
and the towers are
still falling
inside of my

and i will always be afraid.

~ A. L. Stippich

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