“9/11. A day for remembrance, heavy topic, I know. But let’s take a moment of silence.” My teacher says.

Nobody speaks.

He nods at us in thanks and we continue on with our class.

I can feel it inside me.

In history,

In Advanced Geometry,

In Honors English 12,

In AP Bio 12.

Lurking like a monster.

Who knows what it is?

Can someone please tell me?

Does someone, anyone know?

And a voice calls, “I know.” Quietly. Softly.

I look around on the bus, wondering who says this.

But I don’t know. Then I get home. And I know, it’s me, I. Know.

It’s fear, it’s loud, it’s chaotic.

It’s loss. So in memory of those who lost their lives, in memory of those who fought, in memory of my all those brave people who went and saved someone from the burning rubble.

Many nations, not the same,

Many people, not the same,

Many lives, not the same,

The world. Never the same.

9/11. Remember the date, remember the lives,

Remember the people, remember. Remember.

That’s what’s making me feel this way.

How about you?