I don’t know, do you?

When regret casts a furtive glance over the past
& declares that the trail of our betrayals
is turning cold,

leaving us alone in a silent wilderness of words
that must now remain unsaid;
after potential meets its death

& consequence conquers all that is left,

what will become of us then?

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