lachesis

But really, is it over then?
The tales we’ve spun have seemed to bend
Away from clean and pleasant lies
To hazy inconsistent ends.

What did we learn, what have we gained
From what we shared or left unsaid?
The damage done, some wounds remained;
The heroes tired, weak, and drained.

I’m left alone inside my head
To make some sense of these goodbyes.
While you keep adding to the thread,
I doubt the wisdom of replies.