Kamau Stories

A poem of quiet longing, where love arrived too late and silence became the only answer. Sometimes the hardest part of love is not the goodbye, but the space between almost and never. This piece is for the ones we didn't choose in time. Some loves arrive quietly, like a breath of calm after a storm. But sometimes we notice them only when they're already fading. This poem is a reflection on the love I almost chose. A gentle soul who came too soon, or perhaps I opened my heart too late. It's for anyone who has felt the ache of almost.

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