Was early fall when he hit the mall –
a year past Y2K,
a jewelry store on the second floor –
a final bill to pay.
He’d bought the ring he planned to bring –
it’d be a big surprise,
some wine, a rose, romantic prose –
a question would arise.
They’d set the stage at an early age –
on the playground after class
where he won her hand with a plastic band
and a diamond made of glass.
Again he’d be on bended knee –
just like his last appeal,
the way he did when just a kid –
but now the ring was real.
The place to spark – a local park
‘neath blue Manhattan sky,
he’d lend no clue of what he’d do –
just lunch with her favorite guy.
left the mall – a frantic call,
“There’s trouble, please come quick!
A massive crash left fire and ash –
the smoke is really thick!”
A second blast while pleas were cast –
then silence stoked his fear,
he called her phone, but a busy tone
was all that met his ear.
When he made it through to Tower-Two
there was havoc on the ground,
panic, screams and rescue teams –
debris was raining down.
A scene from Hell – he reached the well
and a thousand stairs to tread,
he coughed and choked from heat and smoke –
but still he forged ahead.
He wasn’t fazed by fires that blazed
or the opposite stampede,
he was mission-bound, she must be found –
he’d die or he’d succeed.
A few steps more – he reached the door
where her office used to be
and despite his doubt she made it out –
he hoped she’d gotten free.
The door was blocked, but wasn’t locked –
so he kicked it off the frame,
with a runner’s stride, he rushed inside
and began to yell her name.
The room’s décor was on the floor
and beams from up above
had fallen down to formed a mound
and beneath it all – his love.
Like Superman – with just his hands,
he tossed them one by one,
a man possessed – he wouldn’t rest
until the job was done.
His task revealed a piece of steel
that weighed a ton or more,
with all the sway, had given way
and pinned her to the floor.
He did his best to clear the rest –
then tried to pull her free,
but her pain inside intensified –
so he had to let her be.
His vest, he shed then propped her head
and by her side he lay,
she loved so much to feel his touch –
her pain seemed far away.
Lying close, in still repose
and neither feeling strife,
he’d much prefer he die with her
than live a separate life.
And with that thought, the ring he brought –
he held where she could see,
“Please be my wife – I’ll pledge my life
for all eternity!”
Tired and weak – she tried speak,
but words were not required,
she had a glow that let him know –
their bond, she too desired.
As lovers kissed through teary mist –
she did her very best
to fight the pain and reach the chain
that lay upon her chest.
She pulled it free to let him see –
it held a tiny band,
the plastic toy a little boy
once placed upon her hand.
He sat and gazed – was so amazed
she’d kept it all this time,
from ages-past – that jewel of glass
he’d purchased for a dime.
He never knew she moved it to
a spot right near her heart
and kept it there – a secret prayer
they’d never be apart.
Words not told since eight years old
would bring a fact to light,
that solitaire could not compare –
would never shine as bright.
would plan their wedding date,
but then depart when all went dark – the time