Almost

let’s destroy endings.
let’s live forever in the perpetual

almost.

where there’s a world of what might be
clawing to be heard by our hearts
where anything is possible because

everything

is lying just the other side of a leap
that we will never take,
because the best place to be is here

on the edge of this cliff, toes curled
over the edge of a jump
that we’re leaning forward to attempt.

let’s stay here,
hearts racing, hands shaking,
stuck forever in a moment of antici

never to land or come down
from this boundless, perfect,
eternal swelling of hope.