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Almost, My Almost: A Ghost Love in Four Acts

The Poem of Loss "Almost, My Almost" They say grief has five stages, but no one warns you about the sixth: the haunting of 'almost'. That limbo between love and loss where every memory wears two faces - what was and what could have been. This is where I live now, in the museum of our nearly-was, where even the air smells of interrupted futures.