Almost Finished

‘Almost’ is always more tragic than ‘finished’.

Who knows?

You could’ve been the love of my life.

You could be everything that I’ve been searching for.

But when I was on the dance floor,

Swaying in his arms,

You were on the sidelines,

Green with envy, so you tripped the fire alarm.

‘Almost’ means everlasting chemistry.

Is that why you didn’t fully break ties with me?

A facade of rage at my betrayal, but love underneath.

Silent relief at his violent release.

‘Almost’ means never-ending questions.

Even today, I can’t tell our story;

That behind your loyalty, you loved me.

That behind mine, I dreamed of you. 

But you chose him over me,

That’s why we’re incomplete. 

You could’ve chosen me,

Your ‘almost’ love story. 

-Inspired by a poetry prompt.