Confessions

I almost told you yesterday. I almost told you today. I'll probably almost tell you tomorrow, and again after that day. Almost is a broken word, its filled with silent vows, it leaves things hanging— all the whats and whys and hows. One day it'll falter and the words will come out in a rush they'll holler, scream, and shout. Repressed for so long, they'll make themselves heard just wait for the day when almost is deferred.