I heard the wind return to mourn <br /> When traveling on that fateful span <br /> And sensed the nearness of angel wings <br /> That keep their vigil overhead. <br /> <br /> I saw the trees caressed by breeze <br /> As nodding leaves recite a prayer. <br /> Their sorrow has not washed away <br /> Though rains have tried to flush the stain. <br /> <br /> The crumbling concrete is gone today <br /> But vestige of yesterday remains <br /> In shards that claw the heart and mind <br /> Where scars survive with endless pain. <br /> <br /> Though traffic freely flows again <br /> And cars adjust to missing friends <br /> Nightmares torment next of kin <br /> When ghosts return to claim their space.<br /><br />E. June Mathews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-chairs/
