We were fire and shadow,
A silent war,
Love written in half-spoken words,
Nothing more.
A game of glances,
Of steps too near,
Of hands that reached but never cleared.
I told myself that it wasn't realâ
That I could walk away,
That I could heal.
But love unspoken craves the soul,
It lingers,
It festers,
It takes its toll.
I saw the edge and I knew the cost,
Yet still,
I ran,
Still,
I lost.
Author's Note*
The hardest goodbyes are the ones never said. The ones where though walk away, not because love wasn't there, but because it was never enough to stand on its own. And yet the weight of "Almost" will haunt you longer than the weight of loss.