The Almost Lovers

Your touch lingers on my skin like sunlight coming through curtains warm but fading too soon.

We kiss like we’re trying to solve a riddle, your mouth saying YES while your hands whisper WAIT. The bed creaks under the weight of things we won’t say. I memorize the curve of your shoulder, knowing that I’ll never trace the path to your heart.

When you pull away, the space between us isn’t just inches,it’s the distance between ALMOST and NEVER.

You leave my sheets tangled and my chest empty, a temporary warmth already cooling into just another lonely morning.