Memories of Never Being

I miss that that never was
Our interactions so fluid and effortless
Compatibility meets timing
For once on the right side of circumstance

And yet not
For there are always obstacles
Hazards in the roadway
And so not to be

There is a possible yet in that last sentence
But possibilities are not promises
And promises are not facts
Tethered yet adrift

Time is but the passing of possibilities
A shortening of opportunity and hope
Lead down alleys of scam and fish
A reckoning of middle age and isolation

For the words that are never heard
A poem to overvalued interactions
There is but memories of never being
The never was that never could

As sand drops through an hourglass
Life bleeds away
And the punishments of yesteryear become aspirational
Like the memes of dying social platforms

For whom bells toll
Are but the observers and commentators
The myth makers and authors of revelation
To be ignored and dismissed

Like the memories of never being.

_{Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay}