I Almost Poem by Alyce Crowley

I almost see his eyes,
Pain ridden, dying
I almost see his eyes.

I almost see his lips,
Forming the words I can't say
Or won't
I almost see his lips.

I almost see the motion of his hand,
Rising as if to strike me,
Then falling,
Resting on my shoulder
As he begins to cry.
I almost see the motion of his hand.

I almost hear the sound of his voice,
Broken with sobs,
Your fault it says,
Through clipped bitter words.
I almost hear the sound of his his voice.

I almost, I almost, I almost felt love
And it's vengence is hell
I almost, I almost.