Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
In the shatter of us collapsed.
It cuts me with every could-have-been.
Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.
That time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?"