This longing is my curseand your burdento carry till the endOne has to pay a pricefor breaking somethingand staying broken

Love is a footprint at my doorstep that I cannot wash awayIt keeps waiting until I open my door and let it in

We almost made itWe almost died tryingWe almost drowned and saved ourselvesWe almost fell in loveWell something like love a lot like love almost lovers almost but not quiteNot love but loveishDamn loveish!

I wished this was a better story to tell,a better ending with no crying spells

I gifted him my words,the best ones from my wardrobe of poemsBut he dissolved those greedy high rollers in his cup of coffeeThey swam in his café au laitcolonizing every molecular space,that was left between the sugar and the cream in anticipation that they could cover the distance between his cup and his lipsquicker than I ever could