You and I, almost always,
Over and over again.
Always on the verge of almost,
A word away, that's always lost.
Never nothing,
Never something,
Caught between the silence and the sound,
Between the words that never quite come out.
Like shadows cast by fading light,
We lingered close, but never touched.
We reached, we stayed, we held our ground,
And never took the leap.
The space between us held its weight,
A place where nearly became our heart.
Almost real, almost true,
But always lost in the space between.
And so we danced in endless near,
A rhythm only broken by our thoughts.
Never nothing,
Never something,
Just you and I, almost
always.
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Life in the mundane
Short StoryOne shot scene (in a series of shorts with no connection) written over the last decade, about longing, one sided love, people observations and hoping to find courage to move forward
