almost

you were always ahead of me,
living in a world just a little beyond my reach.
i thought i could catch up,
but maybe i was always meant to be just almost there.

our conversations faded,
like the end of a song that played too long.
too many thoughts lingered in the silence,
and i stayed behind,
wondering if i ever truly had a chance.

now, i see you thinking of someone else,
someone already part of a world
i was never quite in.
her presence in your life is a quiet testament
to a reality where i’m almost fitting,
but never quite there.

but then again, maybe i’m just overthinking it all.
am i blowing things out of proportion,
making something out of nothing?
maybe i’m just creating stories
from moments that didn’t mean much.
did any of it really matter,
or was i just seeing what i wanted to see?

do others see me as overly dramatic,
too wrapped up in feelings that aren’t even there?
or is it just me,
lost in my own reflections,
taking things too seriously?

i remember the way you held my gaze,
the laughter that seemed to fill every space,
jokes and moments that felt forever,
too many thoughts of what we were
and what we might have been.

your new world is a silent reminder
of a path i’m not on,
and i’m left here with too many thoughts,
trying to piece together the fragments of almost.

thinking back now, i wonder,
was i ever even almost at almost?
was i even close, or just going in circles,
thinking i was catching up
when really, i wasn’t even in the race?

were those moments we shared
just little blips in time,
or did they mean something more?
was i ever really part of your world,
or was i just a passing thought
that never stuck around for long?

i wish you could see how much is left unsaid,
how tangled these feelings have become.
too many thoughts wrapped in emotions i never fully expressed,
each thought a small part of a larger picture
of what i almost had,
but never truly reached.

i’m left with the echo of almost,
the ghost of a friendship that faded too soon,
and a hope that maybe one day,
the distance between us will make sense.
or maybe it will just be the story of how
i almost had everything,
but never quite made it.