Almost

It feels wrong to mourn a love never spoken out loud

Or it could be that it was never love,

But it wasn’t nothing either. 
*

Perhaps it was only stolen glances and too much laughter,

Softly saying your name like a prayer 

Holding my breath until your eyes met mine.
*

Maybe it was just the casual brush of fingers,

How I couldn’t help but stutter when we spoke,

And the softness in your face when you looked at me.
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I know it wasn’t love, but maybe

In another time, another place, another dimension, 

It could have been.