The Five Ghosts of Almost
Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2025 10:59 am
You showed me what love felt like.
You taught me who I really was —
and gave it a name.
You were the beginning,
the first step on a path
I never meant to walk,
for better or worse.
I lost you to the winds of circumstance,
and lacked the resolve
to try and find you.
You were my first almost.
⸻
You knew me better than I knew myself.
You were steady, familiar —
the quiet answer to a question
I thought too boring to ask.
I believed we might build something
simple, lasting.
But I kept chasing more,
and by the time I understood
I didn’t need it,
you’d realised you could have it.
You were my safest almost.
⸻
You made me laugh
when I’d forgotten how.
Your energy, your warmth —
so bright, so full of life.
We built something light,
effortless, yet real.
You could bear the quiet moments,
but when all eyes turned to me,
your sensitive soul had to flee.
You were my brightest almost.
⸻
You loved me quietly, completely —
for who I was,
not what I was.
With you, I could simply exist.
No shame. No defence.
Every action of mine
felt heroic in your eyes.
But I got greedy,
wanting more than you could give,
and in reaching too far,
I pushed you away.
You were my gentlest almost.
⸻
You were everything I thought I needed —
young, bright,
hungry for what I had to offer.
Each moment felt full of joy,
mutual respect,
and understanding.
It was love.
It truly was love,
but sometimes love gets lost in translation.
And in a blaze of reckless, manic confusion,
we were no more.
All that followed
was pain,
silence,
and ruin.
You were my last almost.
You taught me who I really was —
and gave it a name.
You were the beginning,
the first step on a path
I never meant to walk,
for better or worse.
I lost you to the winds of circumstance,
and lacked the resolve
to try and find you.
You were my first almost.
⸻
You knew me better than I knew myself.
You were steady, familiar —
the quiet answer to a question
I thought too boring to ask.
I believed we might build something
simple, lasting.
But I kept chasing more,
and by the time I understood
I didn’t need it,
you’d realised you could have it.
You were my safest almost.
⸻
You made me laugh
when I’d forgotten how.
Your energy, your warmth —
so bright, so full of life.
We built something light,
effortless, yet real.
You could bear the quiet moments,
but when all eyes turned to me,
your sensitive soul had to flee.
You were my brightest almost.
⸻
You loved me quietly, completely —
for who I was,
not what I was.
With you, I could simply exist.
No shame. No defence.
Every action of mine
felt heroic in your eyes.
But I got greedy,
wanting more than you could give,
and in reaching too far,
I pushed you away.
You were my gentlest almost.
⸻
You were everything I thought I needed —
young, bright,
hungry for what I had to offer.
Each moment felt full of joy,
mutual respect,
and understanding.
It was love.
It truly was love,
but sometimes love gets lost in translation.
And in a blaze of reckless, manic confusion,
we were no more.
All that followed
was pain,
silence,
and ruin.
You were my last almost.