I found your shirt behind the door
Still smells like rain and something more
I held it close for just a breath
Then laughed at how I’m not over it yet
We were pages with no end
Folded corners we never could mend
You were almost mine
In a world half-drawn, out of time
Like a dream I touched, then let go
Still lingers like a song I know
And I don’t call, and you don’t write
But you're still there in quiet nights
Almost mine... but not quite
I walked past that café today
The one where you'd steal sips from my latte
Funny how the smallest things
Can carry such heavy strings
I say I’m fine, I laugh, I shine
But I still live between your lines
You were almost mine
In a world half-drawn, out of time
Like a dream I touched, then let go
Still lingers like a song I know
And I don’t call, and you don’t write
But you're still there in quiet nights
Almost mine... but not quite
Some loves don't break
They just fade...
Into almosts we can't remake