Almost

I read the old poems now and then
the ones from me to you,
and from you to me

I read them and remember,
you were so much more back then
my heart, my soul, my friend

I recollect good times and bad
the anguish and the torment
and all that we had

I remember what it felt like
when I held you in my arms
and how I'd give myself
to protect you from any harm

I remember the day it changed;
I remember the fear;
I remember the first day I remember
without having you near

I remember the drugs,
the alchohol,
the tears,
all the things that could not mend
the hole I have from losing my best freind

I look back more than I care to admit
I look back and see my life
and how It's all turned to shit
I look back and a chill goes down my spine,
seeing when I was almost yours,
and you were almost mine