and after: a false
dichotomy.
Your suffering
isn't everything,
though it's
everywhere—
and it's massless.
It isn't
your past,
but it rhymes
with your past—
and it travels
(as it must)
at the speed
of light:
the instant it arrives,
it is already leaving.
But the other thing
that makes it seem
a lot like the light
is how it never
really leaves you—
it just leaves you
behind.
