Liebesbekenntnis

His name was Almost Lover

And we never hooked up

Despite every reason to do so

I shied away despite my comfort in your touch.

There was a buzz of tense electricity

Yet our clothes stayed put.

I cared and yearned as one ought

But never reached the peak, where

The free fall awaited.

I haven’t forgotten, 

Almost Lover,

the memory lives with me

In the knapsack of my heart.

Like a hometown you’ll never return to--

Tiny as a postage stamp carrying an epistle.

I loved you in an aborted way

And in spite of all this, I’m writing a poem

To you to let you know.