"Wake up, he said,
It's nine, it's almost time..."

To leave. I'm almost happy -
I welcome morning with a smile
And wear it until sunset.
Almost excited in his arms, almost
Convinced his words are true,
Never enough, almost one whole,
Eyes closed, moon beams, my fingers
Through his hair, yes! we are almost there.
And then he stops.. It's almost silence,
I watch him as he searches in the dark...
"Damn, I was almost sure, he said,
I knew there would be one more left..."
I watch him tremble, taste the air,
And I can almost see the smoke
around his head - he's almost perfect...
Waiting there... holding my luggage in the air,
Waiting for me
To leave.

My train is on its track.

"Almost" is all that comes to mind
When I look back...