Almost is the longest word,
stretched as it is between
your lips and mine;
almost makes you vanish
each time you look away
and smile at something
far from me,
as if to say
‘we are three now, you and I and
the distance.’
Here, in the almost,
neither banished nor invited in, small things
draw chasmically
apart,
and each time a kiss slips short
of your coy stranger’s grin,
I feel a fear of endless falling
that must be infinity
or indifference.
Very impressive Poetry,keep it up.
..inkeater..
Laz.F.