I didn't find out about yesterday until today. I didn't know how you felt until you told me in this way, a letter left on my dresser. I didn't know what you meant until you spoke it in a way I would understand it.
The flowers didn't grow until after the water hit it. I didn't stop crying until after the tears shedded. I didn't walk in the beginning, I had to stand up first. I never knew the sound of a door until after it was closed. I didn't know why until you told me so.
I learned more after than before. The reason why you did it was something I never knew before. I gathered up all the skeletons you left in my closet and assembled them in your image. I reflected over all I learned from you, at the same time trying to forget it. The lessons I learned were needed, though painful receiving it.
The revelation was real. The aftershock rocked my world. The aftermath was hot, so I cooled down bathing in my tears. Everyone's scared of the end because we don't know what's to come. But I rather make it to the end than to go back to the start.
The ending has what the beginning doesn't. I acquired knowledge instead of running from it.
