The birth of us,
a connection of two kindred souls,

equally dysfunctional.

The first time we almost kissed,
you said to me "I'm with someone,
and this wouldn't be right."

Relationship suicide

Yet how your lips would hover over mine,
with every conversation-

like a baby's breath upon a mother's breast,

and how I was aching to taste
what lied behind your words...

my almost lover.

Years pass-

I open the letter,
as fast as the seal separates between the paper-

-miserable at best...

"I've just gotten divorced."

"Make no mistake Gina,
I've thought of you ever waking day.
I wanted to call or write,
never knowing what to say."

Hand in my hand,

while under your breath I'm hearing...

whispers of "wife."

Legal representation does not equal love's demise.

two more years pass,
new lover in tow-

somehow better than the other 20 or more you have recently tasted.

Can you see my love,

how far we made it?