Almost Love
you were NEVER mine...
yet
I felt you slip through
my aching fingers,
like arthritis longing
to be healed.
you are my rose never picked-
yet the thorns deeply pricked
I endured the sorrow of
a death that never died-
for you are my wound
that was never cut,
and I am virtually scarred...
FOREVERMORE.
saturated in ebon loss without
you even knowing I exist,
I drown in tidal cascades of
knowing you will never see
my perpetual eyes.
and oh-
the way they look at you.
so I say to thee like
a fleeting ivory dove,
you know me not-
but you're my ALMOST LOVE...
August 27, 2018
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