ALMOST
By Just A Guy
Published 077, May 2020
I like smiles, glances, and dreams,
and faulty photographs of memory,
and the luster of you fading into night.
I like happy, honest people,
and philosophers who never write,
incoherent thoughts, and feelings you can only
half express.
And our love, with its butterfly motif,
and the courses of our two lives, might as well serve
for the standards of love and life, in general,
were they not perfect for themselves alone,
and now.
And I like this poem
almost.