We were almost, nearly, might have been,
A love that lived beneath the skin.
A moment paused in space and time —
Not yours, not mine, not even rhyme.
We had the spark, we had the start,
But life rewrote the ending part.
You looked at me like maybe, just —
But maybe turned to scattered dust.
I felt your hand slip through my own,
While silence grew in dial tones.
We weren’t a crash, we weren’t a fire,
Just faded out beneath desire.
You chose the road I didn’t take,
And now we walk with hearts that ache.
You loved her loud, I stayed unseen,
A ghost behind your in-between.
But I remember every laugh,
The way we almost had our path.
Some stories end before they grow —
And leave us wondering what we’ll never know.
We weren’t a storm, we weren’t a fight,
We were a dream lost in the night.
We were almost, nearly, might have been,
A love that lived beneath the skin.
A moment paused in space and time —
Not yours, not mine, not even rhyme.
Not every flame becomes a fire,
But still it burns with old desire.
