Between the Lines

 

Just look at what I've lost
at too great a cost.
All hope escapes me,
vanishes and is gone.
Time flies as I stumble on
into another lonely day.
These painful memories, too,
are slowly, slowly fading.

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Now there is a mistiness
that overcomes my senses,
a gray, hazy feeling
of utter loneliness.

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A storm begins to rage,
howling with indignation.
I turn the page,
but the story is over,
and, never to be told,
the story between the lines.