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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The Secret, Part 1

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