I am 19 years old and can not even imagine what this is like for those of you that lost someone and/or survivors. I have never had the chance to see the wall in Washington D.C., but when the moving wall passed through my area I went several times. It left me with feelings that will never be forgotten...
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Names carved forever in granite.
Surrounded by so many, yet all alone.
Mourner's aching, reaching for memories.
I do not know who you are.
Tears fall just the same.
Running my hand along the smoothness.
Feeling each chiseled letter.
I do not know who you are.
Staring intently, hoping to catch a glimpse.
Grasping at the past.
Searching for the answer that will never come.
© May, 1999
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