Oh, You Go Sailing

almost

Such an easy word
almost.
I could go back and rewrite history
daydreaming
Hours on end, holding a pillow tight
and dream you are something
That you are not.
I can forget little blotches of color
your disregard
your flippant hand
and fill you in with all that I am missing
Reds where there once were blues
I don't remember the blues and grays
the endless lonely and pining days
I only remember you coming back
to give me what you needed to say
I turned you away.
as much as I wanted to believe that you were true and real
and taper down that feeling rising
That finally, finally
Here it was
I wanted to remember you as
Impossible and filled in perfectly
With every color that made you mine
Almost.
A pleasant memory to recall
To escape when all I feel is small
A love that just could never be
We almost were, you and me.