The Truth Is . . .

In light of the day, 
Thoughts remain shrouded in darkness, 
I walk by the tracks going to a place that could have been, 
Stayed lost, 
remained confused, 
Solace came in fits, 
Left without a trace, 
There is no sadness, 
But there is emptiness, 
A hollow yearning of what could have been, 
And where I am standing today, 
It seems incomplete, 
To be here today, 
Where closure is what I seem to seek, 
But where the truth got lost along the way, 
The truth is . . . 



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