Broken Promise

So many lives lost on a single day,
and now they sleep
where we cannot follow.
Soft earth rolls across time,
sweeping tragedy away,
but the void remains
to remind us
of that day.
Where is the memorial
that we promised to build?
Beautiful roses beg
to remember their love,
but cold rain are the tears
that keep falling.
Gardens of memories
wait for us to walk the path
back to where we last saw them,
and pale walls echo their name.
But no gardens, no walls
exist today,
and the roses have all faded away.
And the ground remains empty.
Life needs to begin again,
but not here.
We promised.
Life rolls on by
as subways thunder below,
and flashing street signs
meet the ordinary day.
But we pause
as eyes look to where
their lives were silenced,
and we cannot forget.
Their memories,
their sacrifice
must be honored,
so where is the memorial
that we promised to build,
shining an eternal light
to the heavens
that never would their end be for nothing
and that we would find them again?