Missing verse

The past stretches behind
A shackle to what was
Letting go of what was lost
The allure of what we were
Locked behind doors
Waiting patiently to be free
…..
Subsides
Into dreams of paths not taken
Choices that can’t be unmade
And the thin slivers of light
That make it past the fog

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