The Place That Never Was Poem by James McLain

All that ever was that is most recently
I have forgotten.
To get past the stuff that has not yet
happened,
I know for some not yet here tomorrow is.

I reach out to her,
but only in my sleep, as she I'm watching sleep,
my heart goes out to her.

Strangers in a strange time, she feels stranger
here,
someone not so strange that feeling I have here.

Know one but her knows what I know but cannot share.
She See's how full the sky is, a blank slate
that's full of star's.
Bursting into sight is the dawn I've never seen.