Never Born
For Sandra Pearl, whom I have only met in my dreams
Last night I dreamed
Not of terror nor bliss.
But of sadness.
But of loss.
Last night I dreamed
Of memories never made,
Of friendship never forged,
Of stories never told.
Last night I dreamed
Of games never played,
Of fights never fought,
Of secrets never shared.
Last night I dreamed
Of promises never whispered,
Of gifts never given,
Of embraces never locked.
Last night I dreamed
Of dark hair never brushed,
Of hearts never broken,
Of tears never dried.
Last night I dreamed
Of my sister never born.
About the Creator
Kat Newcombe
I am a writer, teacher, and creator. I thrive on prompts and chase fractured ideas. Flash fiction and poetry fill my free time primarily, but once a year, I dive into the sleep-deprived ramblings of my longer NaNoWriMo novels.
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