I almost didn't start, almost never told this.
almost forgot memory, almost
memory forgot me.
Now I've done, said, this, almost
something about the world,
something about love and loss
something about what was almost.
What remains of the past,
something almost to look back on,
nostalgia our only future,
for the old has become new, almost
and the trite, almost marvelous.
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