Questions whose answers slip away like mist.
No matter how I chase, they elude my grasp,
And I am left to embrace the silence of what will never be.
Reality blurs, a dream I can no longer hold.
I lose myself in the ebb of memories and musings,
Each thought a quiet attempt to heal since that shadowed day.
Though the ache of its twists will linger, haunting our steps.
Sleepless nights are companions of the restless soul,
And I will dig, unearthing pieces of a life that waits for me still.
And though the road is steep, I will not falter.
For every fragment of pain I unearth,
There is a glimmer of hope that whispers, begin anew.
Sending Love and Ecency Vote!
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