Goodbye My Almost Lover

The fate of heartache

brought us to this place

where what ifs and unknowns

consume nightly dreams.

The trauma of the past

interweaved its way into the

loss of love and comfort

found in you.

Where endless nights spent

weeping after a tug-of-war

for the right words

and for consolation of whether

the end was truly meant to be

or if it was the consequence of trauma.

Heartache to screaming to regret

in knowing you were there

but my heart was smashed

in a way that would not allow you

to continue to love me.

The perpetual downward spiral

of self-sabotage after a mistake

from the past always seems to

haunt my dreams.

See, if the powers that be

had altered the circumstances,

then the path for us would have remained

and would have likely been a blissful one .

But years later

I now understand why

you were always meant to be

my almost lover.