Almost is quiet, but not kind. It appears when you are not looking, Which feels intentional, almost cruel. You know immediately, this is not a test. Rather, an ending, Wearing the shape of a choice. I built a life out of careful maybes, out of almost breaking, but never quite. Thin trembling wire you walk, without ever arriving. Almost loving you, Felt like starving in a room full of mirrors, Everywhere I looked, I saw what I would never have.