In Memory Of Us Poem by Baby KROFT

We got married..
almost.
We kissed with synchronicity of wanting to..
almost.

We met serendipitously by a kismet of cataclysmic events & held on
FOR DEAR LIFE, love, and limb..

Is it? ? - It is - must be my fault you saw the Newland before I raised from Dreamland and hastened there without bidding me ado.

We almost kissed, We almost loved, We almost married.. ALMOST.