Schizophrenic Love

There. I hear her voice It illuminates the air It tinges the rain when the clouds are full. Echoing a remnant of a thing some have claimed as love. I ache with almost saturation. These unrested almost's that crawl beneath my heart. They are never anything but an almost! Is this the tip of my longing? Fractures of beauty and whiffs of reality float near and almost, also. Taunting and puzzling these almost's pass by and by.. She is again I hear her! Each fragment reminiscent of she! I cannot still myself long enough to paint her beauty. I have only almost's Even when I have her.. I have only almost's to give: Almost a feeling I thrust, Almost some passion I h(e)ave! Almost, almost. almost.