Almost... Poem by WIN VENTURA

We met beneath a quiet sky,
No questions asked, no need for why.
The world stood still, the time felt slow,
A kind of love that few would know.

Your hand fit mine, like verse to song,
For a little while, it all felt strong.
But fate, that thief, had threads to pull —
And love, though deep, was never full.

We held on tight, we gave our best,
But life had plans, and love had tests.
No fight, no fault, just silent space,
A love too real to be replaced.
Two hearts that beat but not in sync,
Two minds too close to ever think.

Yes! ! It wasn't lies, it wasn't war —
Just not the right time anymore.
No villain here, no one to blame,
Just different roads, the same old flame.

No bitter words, no quiet rage.
Just two who loved, then softly knew:
To love that much…
and still let go —
is sometimes all...
we're meant to do! ! !

The final page,
Well! ! .. Even poems have to end,
And so we part with quiet grace,
No hate behind, no need to chase.. No mend! !
Some stories closes, not with goodbye —
But with a glance
and one last sigh.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA