Until It’s Over

It was a funny time

An empty one,

You know,

The dance is over and

The band is done,

The job is finished

The race is won,

In that eternity

Between completion

And what’s next,

Suspended hovering

In that hollow hurting

Vacant place,

Realizing how much

Meaning was packed

Into the time

Now gone,

Missing what one

Never fully appreciates

Until it’s over.

 

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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