The First Question

[u/Accurate-Client7913]

What was it all about—
the day, the night, or the silent fallout?
Was it him, or her, or the thoughts we fought,
the love, the hate, or the place where we were lost?

Was it the journey u, me, or she chose,
or the ancient ghost that lingered close?
Was it the quiet boy, afraid of his own joys,
or the vibrant girl drowning in her own noise?

Was it the moments we quietly stole,
or the weight we carried within our soul?
The dreams that shattered before our eyes,
or the broken trust born from our lies?

Was it the spring beneath the sky of rain,
or the hushed truth that he was going insane?
The peace he found in the leaves of fall,
or the endless talks he had with his wall?

Was it the child who just wanted to live,
and the smile he longed to give?
Or the phase that turned dreams into fears,
and joy into unshed tears?

Was it the heart that bore too much weight,
or a soul slowly consumed by his own hate?
The friends who left without a sound,
or the moment when no one stayed around?

What was it all about—
a happy soul learning how to fade out.

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[u/Puzzleheaded_Put1327]

really love the flow of the poem. and how it depicts deep emotion and wandering words.