We were almost something.
Almost love.
Almost home.
Almost forever,
but never quite there.
You felt right—
like a place my heart could rest,
like peace I didn’t know I needed.
But timing stood between us,
quiet and cruel,
like a clock that refused to slow down
for what we were becoming.
We met at the wrong time,
or maybe we were too early,
too late,
I don’t even know anymore.
All i know is
you made sense to me
in a world that didn’t.
And that hurts the most—
nat losing you completely
but never really having you
to begin with.
We lived in almost.
Almost calls.
Almost messages.
Almost “I miss you”
Almost staying.
Now you are a memory
I revisit too often
for something that never fully existed.
And i hate that i still wonder
What we could’ve been
if timing had been kinder.
Maybe in another life
We get it right.
Maybe then,
we don’t end in almost.
Yours sincerely
Mimi♥️