Almost Here
I wasn’t ready for you
The way I wish I’d been.
I was almost here
Out of the corner of my eye,
You saw me almost.
Almost here.
I feel it like it was today
When I was almost here.
But you couldn’t see me
And it seemed like you
Wanted to keep distance.
And when the mourning came
We rebuilt the walls.
Yours of fire-
Mine of smoke-
A lesson in architecture.
What we are and
What we were
And what we have become.
One planet and yet two worlds.
I don’t know you anymore.
But then again…
I didn’t know me well
The way I know me now.
And I was almost here
An outline filled with me-
But you saw me almost-
Almost here.
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