P/K/M_2

and you saw the fires falling
the sky crawl
walls whispering to shadows
helicopters and monitors
the names of heroes with unmarked tags
and you waited (by the window)
and you looked (thru their eyes)
and you stood, silent (speaking but not believing)

you let it pass
and now it passed you

now
you are distance
and this distance is your demise

P/K/M_1

and they sit in their rooms, empty
or worse, full of memories
what do they listen to now, except for the echoes of their feet on cement and their hands on skin
they are now only touched by isolation