Do you think that I will not remember
how I was the year before, on that day,
and how I was after my memories
turned into dreams and gratitude—
and how you saw it all as the darkness
that crept in through those walls of glass,
that are now broken into a million pieces?
Have you forgotten about the burning flag
and the lion that carried the Sun on its back,
as if it were fighting to keep the day
from becoming the night
because it couldn't sleep?