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Inverting the second prompt at even_angels_'s sixth round.



Tumbling,
their lives unraveled
on a fleeting reel;
played back against
a history of sorrows
and misunderstandings.

Words left unspoken
became silent accusations
of loss and pain
until the pleas
for time and hope
fell on deaf ears
and hardened hearts.

Paths diverged
and dreams kept hidden
among the litany of truths
were slowly forgotten,
moved away by the mundane
and distractions.

In the end,
only the memories are left
of times long past
and a history
that was more fable
than truth.

Reaching back
across the times that meant most,
the futility of this last gesture
saw slow raindrops
mixed with salty tears
carving the gates of our sorrows.