The things we did when we knew the world to be ending.

There are paper butterflies hanging from the worn-out rafters.

Annabelle made them; Annabelle, who always loved beautiful things.

In the gray of the moment they are spots of light, shreds of popped balloons on the grass,

aftermath, memories.

The world has gone quiet, or maybe its just gone scared.

But our courage has survived. Courage and yellow raincoats—

so that we are aftermath, too.

We are memories.