Once, in a land where whispers giggle,
I met a shadow named "Almost."
It wore shoes too big, but fit perfectly.
We walked through the garden of Nowhere,
collecting smiles like fallen stars.
In the corner of yesterday’s eyes,
the sun painted puddles of remember.
Each ripple sang a song,
of things seen before, yet never here.
A turtle wrote letters to the moon,
but forgot the words along the way.
So, in the silent twinkle,
regrets were delivered, gently smiling.