Been thinking about you

I’ve thought about
Imaginary conversations with you
Asking questions
What do you do for a living?
What trinkets do you have
On your desk and why?
What do you do for fun?
What would you rather do with your life?
But as I stand here in your presence
(An error in my time machine
Allowing me to share
This crowded elevator
With all of you)
Still I’m too afraid
To say anything
And sadly
Time has run out–
The doors open
The work crowd steps out
Leaving me by myself
And I watch as all of you
Disappear among other
Groups of people
In the World Trade Center
This morning
September 11 2001
As the elevator door closes
The glitch returns me
Twenty-four years
Back to my future–
May you all
Rest in peace