We were never an us
But just "you" and "me" together.
Perhaps a changing season of
Whole, hurting, broken, healing.
We never craved into
What ifs and could haves
We were rather just a may be
Perhaps and almost.
But almost is a failed promise you see
Basking in the heat of rusted truth
Like how you almost love me
How I almost fell for you.
You say you don't like almost
I hate almost too
For you were almost mine
But not quite.
