I've flown for at least three 9/11s since that day.
Ever miss a flight?
I almost missed mine this morning. I'm always almost missing flights. Not because I'm late; today I arrived with almost two hours to spare.
No, I was daydreaming again.
I heard my name on the loudspeaker a coupla times before it fully registered. I rose, grabbed my bag and ran the 30 feet to the gate. The pretty girl at the gate laughed because she said she noticed me staring out at the planes the whole time but assumed I was waiting for the next flight.
Go, go, go, she said.
I threw her a wink and a smile as I went, went, went.
Right now I'm in another nondescript upstate hotel room by myself listening to sad songs with only you, Tupac and the light from my screen for company. I'm remembering things and people I don't wanna remember but I can't forget.
And still I rise...
Music: Please give me to the sky