You were almost what I prayed,
A nearly love, a half-lit fame
You gave me moments that felt true,
Then left me doubting all of you.
Almost enough can hurt the most,
It gives the heart a fragile ghost.
It lets you taste what could have been,
Then leaves you standing outside again.
Now I want love that does not blur,
A heart that's sure, a voice that's heard.
You were almost enough, I know-
But almost means I had to go.