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.
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