After the tree, the gathering, the love.
After the rekindling of memories,
reignition of rivalries, arousing of animosity,
remembrance of wrongs.
After the gluttony, the overindulgence,
the use of alcohol or substances to make tolerable,
after the attempts to bury the feelings,
to survive, to live through.
After the day when all was right
and tomorrow could only be a disappointment
or a day when the worst came to mind,
the day seemed intolerable, the hours endless.
After. There is after. There is the next day.
There is the only day you have, today.
There is opportunity. There is love.
There is life. There is hope.
There is life.
After.
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