Things were back to normal
At least as much as possible
Though the bombing, and the frailty of life, was never
far from my mind
Or his
We still danced every night
Though we held each other just a little tighter than
before
Every moment we were together was truly precious
And we stole every opportunity to be together
But never again would I be completely carefree
There was always that niggling fear at the edge of my
consciousness
One of us could die
And then, how could the other possibly go on

Terri Lyn Stanfield
12/13/2000
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