After all this time
I still see you.
Everything you told me
Tattooed into the back of my mind.

I still catch myself
Wondering which flower
I should pick up
To give to you

I still think
"I think she'd like this game"
Or
"This is just how she likes it"

I still see you
In every little thing
You told me
And my brain grabbed onto

I mean, how could I not?
You were the first
And biggest "almost"
That nearly worked out.


It's funny, isn't it?
How every
"Almost something"
Will forever be engraved
Into your writing.