Almost Poem by Riley Choma

When we met I thought we could be something.

Though I suppose I asume that about everyone I take an interest in.

I am an optimist- or so I am told by nearly everyone I meet.

This thing we have- or dont have?

Its weird.

Almost something, but not quite something, and not quite nothing either.

They say sometimes not knowing is knowing, but I just don't.

I cant seem to forget the bitter taste of almost.

The way we almost cuddled but I pulled away, and you werent sure how close was too close- we both werent sure.

As if we both were afraid of loosing too much cool, to play it cool- heaven forbid one of us reacted poorly.

The way we almost went on a date but both couldn't decide where to go, because neither one of us were capable of thinking narrow enough to even narrow it down.

I guess when's were always easier than what's and where's for me too.

Almosts taste bitter and maybe I do too.

Should haves and could haves will never satisfy hunger.

Sometimes not knowing is knowing- but I really dont.

Almost tastes bitter and im sure I do too-because when I close my eyes your lips are an almost too.

And while I am bitter, you are sweet flowers- but this I always knew.