Another almost…

I miss the way you never touched me,

I miss the face that I have never seen.

I miss the future we almost had together

And the sanity I had before you came…


I believed you when you said you loved me;

My naivety took over once again.

I should’ve known you were just another almost

That would strip me of all I know as sane…


Were you a fragment of my imagination?

Am I even a living thing?

Is this loss I feel without you here

Even real? Oh, that painful sting…


There is reality in this hollow hurting

That I feel in the depths of my soul…

You were real, you are another almost,

And, once again, I am a fool…




17 June 2011