With the backup makeshift life in waiting

Where do we go from here? How do we carry on? I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps, in the shatter of us collapsed. It cuts me with every could-have-been.Pain on pain on play, repeating.
Everybody says time heals everything, but what of the wretched hollow? The endless in-between? Are we just going to wait it out?

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