The Time After The Time That Thing Happened Poem by John W. McEwers

Remember when that thing happened?
No, not that one, the other one.
Yeah,
That one.
Well, just after that happened something else happened that no one else knows about.
But I'm going to tell you.
Someone has to know.
Time immeasurable cannot pass into the annals of history without the possibility for someone to chronicle it.
That someone is you.

I mean, that time that I'm talking about was pretty unforgettable,
Right?
No, not the one I'm about to tell.
The other one.
The one that I started with,
You know,
Our point of reference.
Are we back on the same page?

Good.

So, anyway,
After that,
I was all alone.
I had returned home.
The lights had all gone out at that place that we were and no one was there anymore but I had stayed long enough to see that everyone we were with was gone.
Somebody had to,
After everything we had done.

But once I was home,
I couldn't sleep.
Not after a night like that.
So I went for a walk.
Walked so long the sun came up.
Walked so long I passed that place where we were that night.
And you'll never guess who I saw.

Take a minute.
No.
No, not him either.
Mm hmm.
But who else?

What?

She was there?

Oh.

Maybe it was her then.
Well, that changes everything, doesn't it?
Huh.