And after

Whirling shoelaces and mad dash dares,
Crashing seashells and spiral stairs,
Heavy heartaches that maneuver through spaces
Like boulders rolling between cabinets and
The pulling of forces, closets that rattle with
Skeletons and portraits that do battle in the
Living room,
The tying of spoons and groaning upwards at
The moon, heel clicks that hiccup,
Face slaps and makeups and whorls
Inside that grind against one another like bones only

After,

All the sorrow has ceased and the mignonettes
Shrivel and die in peace will there be an
After, that moves with time. But for now

The world sits wedged,
Stuck,

Here with you and I.