The towers are missing

Manhattan without the World Trade Towers
Absence is its own power.
I stand on Liberty Island
and look for the towers,
try to will them into view
through the harbor haze,
but they are not there.
They will not rise
and the wound aches on.
They sky is empty without them.
I cannot remember,
I cannot see,
as I sometimes cannot see
the face of loved ones
when I close my eyes
and whisper their name.

© 2009