After it All


After the fall,
winter grew cold and tired
and we no longer knew
what to do
with our hands.

After the snow,
the ground melted and
everything we didn’t know
was there for all
to see.

After the spring,
we discovered the thing
was that the stars
weren’t necessarily
pointing north.

After the sun,
I realized maybe
you weren’t the one,

Prompted by Poetic Asides November Challenge, day 12



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2 Responses to After it All

  1. Shawna says:

    Superb ending!

  2. Shawna says:

    I love the way you completely turned the title-meaning on its head by the end of the poem!

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