Monday, September 10, 2018

SEPTEMBER 10, 2001



One year ago was the last Monday. 
The last Monday back to work after the weekend.  The last lunch with friends.
The last time to fill up the car.  The last  headache over a deadline.
The last glance at the work clock ticking to five.
The last chore of washing every one's coffee cup.
The last project to put off until tomorrow.  The last trash to empty.
The last toilet paper holders to be refilled. 
The last ink stain on the best shirt.
The last cocktail party to beg off.  The last time to set the answering machine.
The last mop buckets to fill up.  The last flour to dump into the bin.
The last paper to add to the copier.
The last sound of cans rolling into the drink machines.

The last call home to see what’s for dinner. The last shirts to pick up at the cleaners.
The last light switch turned off.  The last turn of the key to lock the office.
The last drink at a bar to avoid going home. The last package of gum to pick up at the newsstand.  The last steps descending the subway stairs. The last routine night at the station.    


The last cuss at afternoon traffic.  The last excitement over a date for dinner.
The last wait in the grocery line.  The last pizza delivery.
The last evening news worrying about the world.
The last empty home to come home to.  The last night for Monday Night Football.
The last bills to be opened.  The last night to put on something comfy to cook dinner.
The last night to call a mother.
The last shouts of glee from welcoming families.  The last battle over homework. 
The last detergent to run out of.  The last instruction to a youngster learning to set the table.
The last sink full of dirty dishes. The last harsh words over nothing at all.

The last bed to jump on. The last clothes to pick up off the chair.
The last briefcase bulging with a few hours work after dinner.
The last laughs over upcoming vacations. The last bag zipped and ready to go.
The last evening prayers. The last “no” to another glass of water.
The last sigh with a glass of wine. The last call to a girlfriend. 
The last check of sleeping children.
The last kiss goodnight.  The last eyes to close in slumber.









This was written on the one year anniversary of September 11. Originally published 9-3-13.




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