Almost

de T. S. Eliot

Today your name lingers on my lips
I'll regret if your touch slips
'Cause today, like yesterday, it's rare
The hours when you make me care

I'm not seeking much, just your goodbye
The one you say when you're afraid
When everything fades and there's no one
Like in the hours when you're gone

I won't be brave, don't provoke me
I just want you far from me
Don't decide when we collide
The sky wasn't made for pride

I crave what I don't possess
But I can't jump from this mess
So I plead, I confess
Enough of this tangled stress

So I don't want a fight
I've shown enough respect tonight
But now it's out of sight
That's why I want you out of my light

I won't be brave, don't provoke me
I just want you far from me
Don't decide when we collide
The sky wasn't made for pride

In the silence, echoes of your name
A bittersweet dance in this endless game
As the night whispers secrets untold
I find strength in letting go

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