The Almost Ones.
Poem: The almost ones haunt you differently.
We never had a label.
The feelings grew wild anyway.
We were everything
except official.
Somehow
that made it harder.
Nobody warns you
about the grief of almost.
Not his girlfriend.
Not a stranger.
Just something
with no name.
We didn’t break up.
We just slowly
stopped showing up
in each other’s lives.
The almost ones
haunt you differently.
He was almost mine.
And almost
is a lifetime away
from enough.
I sometimes think my almost is till the one for me and we have so much time to meet again (the string theory)
Ahh the last line ls 🥹🫶🏻He was almost mine. And almost is a lifetime away from enough.