The Aftermath

The storm has passed.
The last shot has been fired.
The silence echoes every word louder than ever.
You can't un-strike the lightning.
You can't will the bullet back to the gun.
You can't unsay the words.
The puddles are still rippling.
The shot is still ringing.
The words are hanging in the air.
The sun can't dry the rain that soaked in.
The white flag can't heal the bullet wounds.
"I'm sorry" can't take back all that's been said.
You can't undo a storm.
You can't erase a battle.
You can't un-hurt the ones you love.
The storm has passed.
The last shot has been fired.
The silence echoes every word.
All that's left is picking up the pieces.




For H.