The Alchemy of Almost

 

The Alchemy of Almost
by: Jazmyn Alexa Ataylar 


Caped with lonesome, smoky, gray-blue clouds

Its musky-scented, bubbling waves—dark shrouds,

Wrap around silent thoughts in cold caress

Drawing mem’ries of my love’s lost embrace.

 

I conjured stars to spell your hidden name,

Yet spells dissolve, illusions burn to flame.

The quiet comfort of your fleeting gaze,

A phantom fire that set my heart ablaze.

 

You were the dream I dared not call my own,

An "almost" love carved deep into the stone.

Each glance a charm, each word a sacred sign,

I wished, I prayed, that I could call you mine.

 

This wound I nursed became my sweetest curse,

An aching thirst that only grew perverse.

It bled devotion, frantic, fierce, and stark,

Yet time stole you, a thief hid in the dark.

 

But shadows whispered truths I failed to see,

The sweetest lie was one I wrote for me.

For in your silence, distance did reside,

And all my magic vanished with the tide.


What happens when fleeting glances and mixed signals are mistaken for love, leaving behind only the haunting magic of an "almost"?

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