Almosts

I think of all the almosts

the way your hand might have reached for mine,

but rested instead

on the edge of a thought we never finished saying.

I walk through those moments like rooms

we never entered,

lights left off,

dust gathering on the edges of our maybe.

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[Relic]

Great writing here. I wish the people who used to come here years ago were still roaming around to see this. I hope this gets more comments. :)