Afterwards

The pain comes much later, first in trickles, then in torrents Washing off, cleansing Wounds, hurts, the memories The thoughts of should-haves and should-have-nots.

First to heal are those festering, anger for What they did - and did not.

Then, those of regret of what you did - and did not.

Then, like a sunbeam breaking out through the clouds The realization that everything carried the fragrance of love In spite of all There was always love; love lingering in the shadows.

Then comes peace Within.