Saturday, March 8, 2014

What is it about that day?

She asked tentatively, What is it about that day?

Was it an ending of an era?
Or the breathtaking view of standing at the cusp of a new one?
Was it the unprecedented lack of guilt at closing a door?
Or the timely opening of a new one?
What was it about that day, that keeps coming back to me?

Still, I can remember it clearly - like it's happening right before my eyes,
and I'm an invited guest to my past.

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