Forever Almost Yours

I know what the circumstances are.

I know what I could lose.

I know what I could gain.

I know the answer to all the what if’s.

My heartbeat mirrors your footsteps when you enter any room I’m in.

We met every lifetime, and every time, it’s at the wrong time.

Our love is based on bad timing.

We keep repeating the same cycle of almost in love.

Maybe you’ll be mine.

Potentially inseparable.

I’ll keep longing for you.

I hear so much in your silence.

I see so much in your absence.

I smell you, constantly.

I taste you, constantly.

I feel you, constantly.

Maybe we’re so meant to be that we’re afraid.

So we fall in love with other people because it’s almost too good to be true.

Like it may hurt too much to lose one another, so we avoid each other to begin with.

It seems as though the love we have for each other keeps avoiding our presence.

It’s like the first time our souls met, they promised each other to only keep in touch.

And every time we touch it hurts and heals.

Every time I look in your eyes I feel safe and lost.

Every time you speak I’m confused, but I comprehend.

Being almost loved by you keeps me from losing hope in love in general.

I know our contact is contracted.

Your touch is designed for me.

But I can’t have you.

Bad timing.

Sometimes I feel like I’m holding my breath until I hear your voice again. My exhale is in the vibration of your Hello.

There is mystery in your desire.

You see the tears I don’t let fall.

You see the smile in my eyes.

You’re so familiar to me.

I’ll keep dreaming of you.

I’ll keep wishing for your happily ever after, until it includes me.

And even if it never does, I’ll keep your care near my soul.

So that my next life knows where to find you. 

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I’ll be forever almost yours.

- a.