The Day You Should Have Died
I remember that day
Crystal clear
The smell of impending autumn in the air
Heady with the possibility of a new life
Drop the kid off
Check
Run home grab a quick bite before class
Check
Then the plane hit
The drive was never so long
Then the speculation began
The atmosphere was never so surreal
The towers were coming down and I thought you were in the middle of it
There was the vague notion (idea)(memory) that you were there (in that city)
and that I did not, in fact, want you to go that way
In retrospect, I wish you had
If you had died that day, like I was afraid you did
There could have been redemption in that end
I could tell your son that you perished
And that you loved him
And that you were a good person.
I could have talked about your good side and your smile
Your talents and charms
I could have moved your into a noble role
I could have explained your absence
But now he is forced to learn the truth
That there is no nobility in your actions
I can’t even talk about you lest that make your absence more profound
I can’t respond when he wonders about where certain traits come from
I can’t look my son
YOUR SON
in the eye and give a convincing reason you aren’t there
If you had died that day, I would have something to tell him
But now his loss is even more profound
That Because not even that day could make you change