And the NYC skyline would never be the same.
Although its true that we must never forget.
Must we continue to acknowledge the pain?
Each and every year of remembrance makes it all seem fresh as if nothing has ever changed.
Sullen and sad with memories of thick, gray dust falling on Manhattan just like rain.
I for one remember, having been inside of one of the towers just the day before.
The guilt that I felt, for the sense of relief that I felt, that I wasn't one of the people who had to leap from the highest floor.