Our Almost Love

We could’ve been something.

Today I can’t even say

You were once mine.

We had something, didn’t we?

Heady, intoxicating, real.

Like good wine.

What did we have?

An almost relationship,

Almost love?

Wasn’t everything a sign?

Our almosts and what-ifs

I now lay to rest.

This poem, is the shrine.

– NRK

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