• shahaditi729

Almost.


You and I - we were an almost.

We were almost at the right time,

almost at the right place.

Almost together, almost perfect.

You almost felt it, I almost said it.

That night our hands brushed,

you almost grabbed mine.

I almost held on.

You almost wanted me. I almost needed you.

We almost dreamt of an us.

Destiny almost wanted us to end up together.

Almost.

Almost close enough.

Yet so far.

And that, was that.

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