Poem 18 (Collection 3)

You read to me
like an incomplete verse of
a beautiful poem,
you reach me
like the first beam of sunlight
that floods my room
in parts,
you show up on my porch
like summer rains
that pour down as petty drizzles –

You are my almost.

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