You don't hear the missed opportunities
Until they're gone,
Long gone,
Merely fragments of the conversations
You were never meant to hear;
Whispering shadows down a road
Far away.

As the sun sets
So, too, do missed opportunities.
Part of the vivid colors in the sky
Fading fast,
Too fast,
Merely strangers returning from a
Journey,
Memories and pictures and experiences
You could never share.