The Day After

With the passing of seasons,
pain recedes into a mild throb
that grows fainter each day

Yet you don't know when it wil fade
until reality hits you - on a corner street,
on a casual encounter, on a meaningless question thrown
oh so innocently.

But it does
with each encounter, the heart stills and returns to its
familiar rhythm

November 2002,
Lunch with Anna at Sentro
The Day After (for her)