wet cheeks and trembling lips,
it was like a goodbye I wasn’t allowed to say hello to,
it was an open door we were both too afraid to go through,
just in case the floor fell through on the other side,
so we stood there and cried,
for what could’ve been and almost was ours,
and held hands as we closed that open door.
“I never thought I’d understand what those poets meant when they said ‘she was my almost something, almost everything'”,
I said to her as I looked at my almost,
and with that,
she kissed me for the last time,
with everything she had.
and everything she was too scared,
to give me.
– October 2015 (maybe?)