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 that it never
really leaves—
it only
leaves you
behind.
