left to clean up
make some sense,
since
pick up pieces
reconsider events,
reminisce
try to make something of it
them,
AFTERWORDS

much after you are gone
an almost that you should be here
a right to be, but wrong
like a morsel caught in between teeth
why wouldn’t I swallow
but instead I’ve continued to chew
until this like grows hollow
just to remember and remind
Oh, to simmer and be twined
underneath
and behind
your love,
AFTERTASTE

questions
as opposed to regret
reflections
as opposed to what is next
the billowing partition
growing ever so much closer,
suspect
an encyclopedia of emotions
asinine, zest
finding you before every word,
unrest
you in every feeling,
suggest
a profound resonance,
attest
but all in jest
concluding it all
for the best,
AFTERTHOUGHT.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet