People tell me

I'm like a walking memory

That refuses to eat or sleep

Instead, I remember

The days before

When everyone was intact

And intangible warmth sparkled

Not the crumpled aluminum foil

I lost everything here

The last pieces of my family

I wear as phantom scars

That'll never fade away

Even as the forgotten road

Was wiped clean of blood and shattered glass

I still lay flowers here

And water them with my tears.

This is a continuation of the poem "cement."

Can anyone guess what happened during these 2 poems? (They're written from the same person, and talks about the same event.)