“The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.
He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.”
Nikita
Gill
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It feels, some days, as if all those things
for which I have reached
have slipped through my clumsy
fingers
eluding my grasp as surely as a snowflake
my dreams a visions of self
as a minister,
executive
parent, spouse
lover
hell
as a person!
have gone, far too often
slip sliding away
not quite lived out
almost love
almost kindness
almost integrity
almost honesty
almost effectiveness
but then again
I tried
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