Call me not false, beloved,
If, from your scarce-known breast
So little time removed,
In other arms I rest.
For this more ancient bride,
Whom coldly I embrace,
Was constant at my side
Before I saw thy face.
Live, then, whom Life shall cure,
Almost, of Memory,
And leave us to endure
Its immortality.
Dedicated to:
Thomas Burnett, 38, father of three, and all the other warriors of flight 93.
They died that others might live.