I walk through the grass, clutching 11 yellow flowers, his favorite.
I place them on the hard stone, my love's. I run my fingers through ever letter of my love's name on the hard rock. I cry softly, thinking of him, my love, my life, and my last words to him "I love you."
"Why did you leave me?"
I shout into the cool morning breeze.
"You didn't have to, you could have stayed home my love!"
Staring off into the distance, I realize, he did it for us, he did it for me, he fought the fires of September 11th, they took his life, but because of my love, over a thousand lived, over a thousand more loves...
