“I told you so.”

The midday, midsummer heat will shimmer above the sticky, tarmac road. You will be scorched, as you travel up the centre of the valley. And you will have a little one to carry for the last part of the walk too, remember?

Imagine me now, at The Beginning, shaking my head – knowing this would happen – which I am.

Remember, how I would get, when I would give you a list of all the things you hadn’t listened to me about?

Well, I knew you would regret not charging your phone last night.

I knew, on the journey, you would feel wretched that you can’t text me, or check if you have any messages from me.

When you eventually switch on your phone, you will see After Words.

You will read my story once straight through, then read it again slowly, many times, clicking on all the links.

I’ve tried to stretch time, make ten minutes of the written word speak of a lifetime of me – far away, but also next to you.

I’ve put myself in a story for you, hoping it would help you later. But now you are reading the story, I’m not really in it anymore – you are.

05:00

Infinity Poem

The sun has again risen,
The Beginning,
I am letting the light in
Are you?

This story is like a poem –
It has The Middle,
The End,
A looping rhythm, of me and you.

Once upon a future time,
You’ll get lost in your story,
You’ll feel lonely without me,
It’s going to be okay.

You can choose The Beginning,
You can write The Middle, The End,
You let the light in,
On this After Words day.

Visit the poem as an infinity loop by clicking here, or on the image below