We Were Almost

We were almost everything.

Almost the story

I would tell strangers when they asked how we met.

Almost the photographs

I would keep when we got old.

Almost the names

we would have argued about for children we never had.

Almost the home

we would have complained about and loved anyway.

Almost.

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That word is cruel

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because it contains

both possibility and its ending.

I used to think we had failed.

Now I think

we simply stopped at the edge of becoming.

Some people are not meant

to stay long enough

to become your whole life.

Some are only meant

to show you what it felt like

to imagine one.