How did we let it go?
It was in the palm of our hands.
But it slipped through our fingers like shadows.
I open my eyes to pull you to me.
You disappear into the shadows.
How did we let it go?
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society and All Poetry .com Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
Sometimes the shifting sands of time in an hour glass more correctly explains out attempts to hold onto something or someone of immeasueble valuable to ourselves.
While sand can be cupped properly in the paln of the hand the fingers are wiggly and those precious interludes of reality slip by us. 🙂
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