What was never
slips away
The sun sets, quiet on the horizon,
Casting long shadows across the earth.
A day that was never meant to be mine
Slips away like a secret never told.
I trace the edges of moments lost—
Conversations that faded before they began,
Smiles that lingered but never stayed.
The silence holds more than any words could.
In the distance, memories stir like old winds,
Chilled by the passing of time.
I reach for them, knowing they will dissolve
Like mist before the morning light.
There is no reclaiming what was never held,
Only watching as the sky dims
And the stars remain just out of reach.
About the Creator
Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)
Writer, psychologist and university professor researching media psych, generational studies, human and animal rights, and industrial/organizational psychology


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