They ask me where I was.
I don't know.
I don't remember.
No world of mine
came crashing down.
No urgent messages on the scrolling TV line,
no sadness in which to drown.
Was I aware?
No.
Was I young?
Yes.
I've seen the videos.
Endless videos.
Heard the stories,
watched the news,
remember and mourned.
But does my heart weep?
behind a two thousand mile shield...
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