Losing my job isn’t a disaster.

Not when telling my wife the truth that night.

Yet, how can I say what’s to come after?

The two of us know how much this matters,

why do I feel this time it’s so finite?

Losing my job can’t be a disaster.

She thinks, once again, I lost my temper.

But I won’t get into a fight tonight.

Yet, we both realize what’s to come after:

anger, remorse, and feelings of failure. 

But, if she sees it in a different light,

losing my job won’t be a disaster.

The opportunities will come faster,

and possibilities will shine as bright– 

if she believes in what’s to come after.

I so regret our lives will become tight.

If I can find purpose, I’ll be alright.

Losing my job isn’t a disaster.

Yet, how can I say what’s to come after?

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Yet, What’s to Come After was first published in The Main Street Rag, Vol. 24, #1, Winter 2019.

Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2018