Almost

When I think of you, I see light brown with a touch of hazil, and almost black.

I see a million stars,

glowing almost as radiantly as your smile on those countless two in the morning memories.

I think of the warmth of my pillow and blanket,

and I know I'm too tired to leave them because I got home at four and now I'm up at six...

two hours away from you..and I can't stand it.

I think of all the times you made me laugh with all your cheesy jokes,

and then I almost cry.

I remember you left me, and I left you.

I want ot bump into you and say

hi, how are you, I've been thinking about you, have you been thinking about me,

I miss you.

I want to hold you and never let you go...

and when I do bump into you, I almost have the courage to say hey..but not quite.

See, I almost have fun, I almost like to laugh.

I almost like to see the colors of the leaves, even though I know they're fading into nothing.

I almost like to think I'm forgetting you,

but every time you creep into my thoughts it's an inevitable high I feel,

but when it's gone I feel lower than the dirt we stood on to gaze at the stars.

I almost forget I love you, but out of all the things I almost achieve,

loving you is what I'm best at.