In The Never Knowing Poem by Boledi R Petja

There is a space where nothing happens,
yet everything continues.
No words are exchanged, no choices announced,
only time moving forward without asking.

You don't decide to stop.
You simply don't begin again.
Silence becomes the shape of what's left,
and distance does what intention never could.

It isn't clarity that keeps you here,
but the absence of it.
Too much has passed to return easily,
too much remains unsaid to call it over.
Reaching out feels like trespassing.
Staying quiet feels like a compromise.

So you live in the in-between.
Seeing without touching.
Remembering without revisiting.
Carrying something that was never finished
and may never need to be.

You move forward, not healed, not broken,
just human in the uncertainty.
Learning that some endings do not arrive,
they dissolve.
And what lingers is not loss or hope,
but the never knowing.