Holding a pen,
I drew him,  almost…
Nebulous memories
led me numb,
Distinguishing him from the two shadows,
From the image which was once one…

Holding those thoughts,
I fell for him,  almost…

Talking to the torn pages,
They still hold his touch…
Looking at the sky,
I felt his stare,  almost…

Smiling all the way though,
I missed him,  almost…

– Priya Soni

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via Daily Prompt: Almost