The Secret, Part 2
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
You were so sure I'd wronged you, you'd made me believe
It was surely my fault; but then, how?
All the pages grew soggy and limp with the turning;
There were so many leads, but they all left me burning,
But the smoke didn't spell out an answer; well, now,
Perhaps I could wrangle myself a reprieve:
By myself, I would never be sure in my mind of the secret.
So a year's nearly passed, and by now, I suppose
That a misunderstanding, assumption,
Or outside interference had muddied the wine
And if we could but talk it out, things might be fine,
But it never could happen; I lacked any gumption
And you'd signaled you're angry. Who knows?
It's elusive and hazy, but one day we might find the secret.
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Inspired by (sequel to):
I never understood what I'd done that was wrong,
Why you exiled me thus from my life.
Was it someth…The Secret, Part 1
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