There was a before

There will be an after

In the middle was a question

In the end, an answer.



The answer I sought

Was not what I found

You were not what you said

Still, I played your clown.



I performed my role

With the grace of an actress

Bowing before the crowd

As the grand curtain came down.



I knew more than you know

Felt the crack before it showed

Hoped you would apply the glue

Yet somehow—I knew.



Not all was lost

Time to count the cost

Pick up the pieces and

Move into after,

Without you.

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson


(Photo Credit: Gabriel Pacheco.